[True to what he indicated on the call, Hakkyuu is in the sunroom. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting lightly in the air from a cute little glass decanter on one of the warm wood sideboards.
Hakkyuu himself is stood in one corner, back straight, hands resting at his beltline with one lightly thumbing at a letther cord that's been wrapped around his left wrist several times and tied with several knots--maybe seven or more--with a little white gold rune nestled against his pulse. He's not really one for nervous repetitive gestures, at least not outwardly.
He is also staring at something very intensely.
Without looking up or over his shoulder, he offers a greeting --]
Hey, K. Find the place okay?
[Never underestimate Hakkyuu's ability to be a little snot casually.]
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Hakkyuu himself is stood in one corner, back straight, hands resting at his beltline with one lightly thumbing at a letther cord that's been wrapped around his left wrist several times and tied with several knots--maybe seven or more--with a little white gold rune nestled against his pulse. He's not really one for nervous repetitive gestures, at least not outwardly.
He is also staring at something very intensely.
Without looking up or over his shoulder, he offers a greeting --]
Hey, K. Find the place okay?
[Never underestimate Hakkyuu's ability to be a little snot casually.]