[ he's towel drying his hair as he stares thoughtfully into his closet. should he dress up for this? does it even matter? he hopes it doesn't because all his clothes are essentially the same, just with slight variations in styles and colors. which is why he finds himself pulling out a plain white tee shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. for good measure he grabs his maroon jacket and slips that on over the tee shirt.
right, as good as it's gonna get, he muses as he runs his fingers through his now only mostly damp hair. oh. the doorbell. he doesn't even bother looking himself over in the mirror. that would only prompt him to vainly try and fix his appearance, and honestly, that was hopeless.
he opens the door with a small, nervous smile in place. stepping aside, he motions tobio inside. ]
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right, as good as it's gonna get, he muses as he runs his fingers through his now only mostly damp hair. oh. the doorbell. he doesn't even bother looking himself over in the mirror. that would only prompt him to vainly try and fix his appearance, and honestly, that was hopeless.
he opens the door with a small, nervous smile in place. stepping aside, he motions tobio inside. ]
hi.
[ real smooth, kenma. ]