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[ behold, that particular, middle-aged fellow, walking the ways of the Mall with the air of a man lost and in the midst of denying that he is so. one may notice that his pacing has a bit of an impatient air to it, that his shoulders are tensed despite the relatively pleasant atmosphere of the mall itself. the frown on his brow is a dark one indeed.
as he walks, he digs in his pockets, hunting for that elusive pack and lighter. Dojima Ryoutaro isn't pleased to be there, not in the least ]
((this Dojima? from that time, mere moments before Nanako's disappearance. Souji in custody, stormy mood, you get the picture}}
as he walks, he digs in his pockets, hunting for that elusive pack and lighter. Dojima Ryoutaro isn't pleased to be there, not in the least ]
((this Dojima? from that time, mere moments before Nanako's disappearance. Souji in custody, stormy mood, you get the picture}}