[He's reasonably on time when he comes rolling in, hat brim pulled down low over his eyes and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat, and the good news is he seems...genuinely calmer today than he'd been previously, having made good use of the downtime to settle and begin sorting some things out, and obviously not getting blindsided by unexpected flashbacks to one terrible night in Cairo isn't hurting anything, either.
The empty chair that Kakyoin had occupied, though, does earn a glance that lingers just slightly too long, before he sits and settles himself back in with the same vague discomfort of not precisely fitting into the cafe's chair as before.]
I don't have to ask permission to sit or something, do I?
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The empty chair that Kakyoin had occupied, though, does earn a glance that lingers just slightly too long, before he sits and settles himself back in with the same vague discomfort of not precisely fitting into the cafe's chair as before.]
I don't have to ask permission to sit or something, do I?
[He says, already seated.]