[He's used to the rain. It rains often enough in San Fransokyo and he wears a hoodie all the time for a reason. The hood's flipped up and he darts through the rain, heading toward the building even with the noises filtering out of the room and into the street. He slips in easily, used to sneaking into facilities he doesn't belong in, and as he gets inside he shakes off the water and he just glances around.
He recognizes it as a tavern of some sort and that's not the problem. The problem, of course, is that he recognizes Yona right away and he openly stares at her, unsure of what's even happening here.
What's happening here? Why is she. What is she???
...cute haircut, but what? Give him a second to be transfixed before he starts to sneak his way around the outer edges of the room. Time to eavesdrop and see what he can glean about this place first. It's a little hard though when his eyes won't leave Yona for very long.]
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He recognizes it as a tavern of some sort and that's not the problem. The problem, of course, is that he recognizes Yona right away and he openly stares at her, unsure of what's even happening here.
What's happening here? Why is she. What is she???
...cute haircut, but what? Give him a second to be transfixed before he starts to sneak his way around the outer edges of the room. Time to eavesdrop and see what he can glean about this place first. It's a little hard though when his eyes won't leave Yona for very long.]