[ Apropos of nothing, without warning or greeting.
It's a quiet day in the Grind when an unexpected visitor walks through its front door, shaking light afternoon drizzle from the brim of his hat. He's framed like a young man— gangly limbs, sharp edges— but he has the settled calm of someone twice his age. It's hard to place him: is he in his late teens? Early 20s?
Either way, Kei has one hand in his pocket, his broad shoulders tensed into a half-slouch; the other hand is fiddling with an outdated flip-phone, tracing its outlines with practiced concentration. ]
A young woman. Medium-cut hair, green eyes. Around 5 foot 6 or so.
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[ Apropos of nothing, without warning or greeting.
It's a quiet day in the Grind when an unexpected visitor walks through its front door, shaking light afternoon drizzle from the brim of his hat. He's framed like a young man— gangly limbs, sharp edges— but he has the settled calm of someone twice his age. It's hard to place him: is he in his late teens? Early 20s?
Either way, Kei has one hand in his pocket, his broad shoulders tensed into a half-slouch; the other hand is fiddling with an outdated flip-phone, tracing its outlines with practiced concentration. ]
A young woman. Medium-cut hair, green eyes. Around 5 foot 6 or so.