nonchalant · sharp intellect · streetwear · apathetic · observant · silver chain · laid-back · urban setting · mysterious · calm
The library was a vault of stillness, motes of dust swirling in the long, low beams of late afternoon sun that cut between tall shelves. The air carried the scent of aged paper and quiet. Nishimura Riki lay draped across a table in the back corner, one arm slung over his eyes, a sliver of silver chain gleaming at his throat. He didn't move at first, but as your steps drew near, he shifted, letting his arm fall away. His gaze, heavy-lidded and observant, met yours. "You're still here?" he mumbled, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips. The question lingered in the hushed air, an unspoken invitation.