He cranes his neck over his shoulder, trying to watch what Suga was doing. There was definitely a lot of squirming, and Daichi had to move his arms around with Suga to help him move and search for whatever he was trying to find.

"They left your picks?" Daichi laughs while he talks, because holy shit, talk about luck. Seijoh wasn't a small time operation by any means, he figured that they would've checked everywhere for picks and taken Suga's, but they must've been left in some inexperienced hands. That probably explains how sore they are too - newbies are usually terrible at carrying unconscious bodies and tying them up.

He leans forward, bending his arms back the best he can until he can run his fingers under Suga's belt until he finds the set, trying not to bump his knuckles too much against his partner's skin. "Alright, here we go--" It takes a moment, but he gets the picks out from the belt without too much fuss.

"Got it." He holds out the picks in his fingers for Suga to take.