[That pipe acts as a beacon of sorts, visually, the fact that it smells like shit. Familiar shit. His approach is from the front -- no need to sneak around. Donning all white, asinine as it is (around here especially) is something he's steadfast about. Maybe it's even a deliberate thing at this point....
There's a nod in turn, a greeting interrupted as someone fumbles onto the scene. Not entirely, but it interrupts his peripheral enough to earn a proper glance. Nothing more.
There's a probable cause behind why Takasugi would choose such an unpleasant place to meet. Sure, it's Wyver, but there has to be a nicer, quieter spot.
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There's a nod in turn, a greeting interrupted as someone fumbles onto the scene. Not entirely, but it interrupts his peripheral enough to earn a proper glance. Nothing more.
There's a probable cause behind why Takasugi would choose such an unpleasant place to meet. Sure, it's Wyver, but there has to be a nicer, quieter spot.
At least they're not at a temple.]
Your tastes are questionable as ever.