one more time...
[To be honest, this was not what the teen was expecting when he woke up. Some odd sort of dream? Either way, he doesn't look quite the same as the normal newcomer to the city... while his haircut is definitely reminiscent of a Mikuo, his hair is a very normal, natural shade of black. Unlike the Zatsune who recently showed up, though, his eyes were still that calm, peaceful green. The scar on his cheek hadn't quite healed, though the bandage covering it was long gone.
...more importantly, he seems to regard the place with an air of moderately pessimistic indifference, as if he'd lived in a city like this his entire life and was already bored with the place. His hands are buried in his pockets, and he's just milling around, not really paying attention to where he's going. If he's not careful, he could just run right into somebody.]
...more importantly, he seems to regard the place with an air of moderately pessimistic indifference, as if he'd lived in a city like this his entire life and was already bored with the place. His hands are buried in his pockets, and he's just milling around, not really paying attention to where he's going. If he's not careful, he could just run right into somebody.]