[It was the rose on the door that had initially caught Kanji's attention, run down as it was— it still managed to stand out from the others, grabbing his attention just long enough that he gave in to curiosity and pushed through. He looks back over his shoulder as it swings shut and locks behind him, but he doesn't have time to dwell on it— his own brow is furrowed as he looks to the other young man here, one who looks about as anxious as Kanji himself often feels.]
Name's Kanji. I just— came through the door. Sorry, guess I should have knocked.
[He doesn't know where he'd expected it to lead, but definitely not someone's home, especially with how run-down it had look.]
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Name's Kanji. I just— came through the door. Sorry, guess I should have knocked.
[He doesn't know where he'd expected it to lead, but definitely not someone's home, especially with how run-down it had look.]
You expectin' someone...?