(every morning, or at least morning to him considering he hasn't ever had a normal sleeping pattern, kimihiro can be seen sitting outside of the merlaut apartment complex, a cup of green tea in hands and pipe on the other, mugetsu always wrapped around his neck.
looking from a distance, he sure looks either annoyed or upset. sometimes, both. it's difficult to find your place or purpose in a completely new environment when all you've done for the past decades is meet with the same people (or non-people, too) and the ever so fleeting clientele, always coming and going and kimihiro remains hidden unless a wish to be granted reveals the location he's secluded in to the wisher.
there's no wishes for him to grant here, though. perhaps he can be forgiven for looking like he's about to snap one's neck while the smoke leaves his nose. he's not doing that great. of course, when someone approaches, his expression clears to give space to a much neutral, more polite one.
a creature of routine
looking from a distance, he sure looks either annoyed or upset. sometimes, both. it's difficult to find your place or purpose in a completely new environment when all you've done for the past decades is meet with the same people (or non-people, too) and the ever so fleeting clientele, always coming and going and kimihiro remains hidden unless a wish to be granted reveals the location he's secluded in to the wisher.
there's no wishes for him to grant here, though. perhaps he can be forgiven for looking like he's about to snap one's neck while the smoke leaves his nose. he's not doing that great. of course, when someone approaches, his expression clears to give space to a much neutral, more polite one.
cheer him up, please.)