[It feels a little too prying, sort of like ruffling through a variety of personal letters or a diary that wasn't meant for him. It feels nice to be trusted, but...]
[He takes a seat at the counter, brushing back some of his hair.. He'll stay here for now, he supposes.]
no subject
[It feels a little too prying, sort of like ruffling through a variety of personal letters or a diary that wasn't meant for him. It feels nice to be trusted, but...]
[He takes a seat at the counter, brushing back some of his hair.. He'll stay here for now, he supposes.]
Is he around? Shuji, I mean.