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This new arrival could be Kaito or Shinichi, the hair halfway between Kaito's messiness and Shinichi's combed down flatness. He's quite obviously carrying a gun strapped to his hip, a small-calibre weapon in a well-cared for holster. There are other weapons secreted on his person, not quite as obvious. Some are as simple as a knife kept up one sleeve, others as complicated as removable boot-heels that fit together to form a grenade. He's dressed in a practical fashion, solid calf-length boots, loose trousers for easy movement, a close-fitting turtleneck pullover.
His blue eyes are sharp, wary, constantly on the move as he checks his surroundings. He doesn't make a move for a moment, in the middle of the lobby as he is, but once he is secure that there are no traps in his immediate vincinity, he begins to explore. His footsteps sound quietly against the marble as he examines his surroundings carefully, sure to keep his attention open for the approach of someone else.
Oh, and one last thing. He's dressed all in black.
His blue eyes are sharp, wary, constantly on the move as he checks his surroundings. He doesn't make a move for a moment, in the middle of the lobby as he is, but once he is secure that there are no traps in his immediate vincinity, he begins to explore. His footsteps sound quietly against the marble as he examines his surroundings carefully, sure to keep his attention open for the approach of someone else.
Oh, and one last thing. He's dressed all in black.