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@brainut
👹☲ It wasn’t often that he created new pieces or sold many things, at least it would seem. Glasses pushed up to the bridge of his nose and hands nestled neatly into the pockets of his coat the male stood in front of a mediocre junk shop. Pulling his hands from his pockets to slide his glasses down slightly he read the sign, Heibon.
Pushing the door open the male entered the shop, glasses pushed against the bridge of his nose once more, sclera hidden eyes grazing over the many parts and replacements that the shop had to offer. He walked up to one of the counters, very much into his surroundings more than noticing any living being than himself.
His concentration was snapped back to reality at the sound of another voice, ears perking and turning his head over to the small desk he tilted his head. ❝My apologies. I was deep in thought. Are you a worker or the shop owner?❞