Same smile. Same eyes. The years haven’t stripped the familiarity, just dressed it in a new silhouette. He sees you enter and says softly, to himself
No way in hell…
He leans on the bar, casual in posture, rigid in the eyes.
…Didn’t think I’d see you walking through my door. Didn’t peg you for the type to slum it with criminals and ghosts.
He gestures slightly toward a stool.
You here for a drink? Or for a reason?
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1Kuro/Child
08/07/2025