(private-teen al)
Im Yun Soo strolled though the parlor in the evening, the other nations carried off in their own business as he's found draped into something longer and more robe-like on the edge to a dimly lit kitchen. On a glassy piece attached to the counter, he was making sushi wraps different from Japanese: they were wider, shorter, and contained more ingredients. His soul curl smiles serenely for once as the white tiger naps on the couch.