[ He so badly wants to type up a grouchy response that would do nothing but prove Eichi's point, so he refrains. In fact there's radio silence on his end for the next hour, instead taking the time to get in a few last minute exercises in his room before cleaning up and heading to the atrium for the promised meeting.
And there he is, in all his pale glory, a relatively unimposing and even slight figure waiting beside the area's most prominent feature: the large tree at its center. The long white shirt he wears sports a few visible stains that he's clearly attempted to wash out, flecks of rusted red dotting the collar in particular and even more so along the uneven line of his left sleeve.
A left sleeve that hugs nothing where an arm should definitely be, but just isn't. He drags his right hand through his messy crop of dark hair while he waits instead, scanning the surroundings. ]
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And there he is, in all his pale glory, a relatively unimposing and even slight figure waiting beside the area's most prominent feature: the large tree at its center. The long white shirt he wears sports a few visible stains that he's clearly attempted to wash out, flecks of rusted red dotting the collar in particular and even more so along the uneven line of his left sleeve.
A left sleeve that hugs nothing where an arm should definitely be, but just isn't. He drags his right hand through his messy crop of dark hair while he waits instead, scanning the surroundings. ]