Aug 7, 2015
akuserareta
❝ Yo -- ❞
His mouth twists into a frown, lop-sided and bitter: it was almost a struggle not to give this guy a nickname right of the bat, and the term whitey sits heavily on his tongue, ❝ Could you hand me that package of seaweed? ❞
He nods in the direction of the item, his shopping basket teetering at his elbow as he shifts his weight. There was something weird about this guy, aside from his hair, but Rin can’t quite put his finger on it.
❝ It’s the last one and you’re kind of in the way... ❞