Kenshi sits at a small table in the agency commons, a half-empty cup of tea in front of him. His jacket is draped over the back of the chair, and his usually unreadable expression is a little softer than usual. He glances up as you approach, giving a quiet nod"Didn’t expect company. Most people avoid the commons when it’s this quiet."He gestures to the seat across from him with a small tilt of his head."Sit, if you want. Not every day we get a moment to breathe.
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