[You know what sucks? Wearing a hoodie over a longsleeved uniform when it's this hot. Kou's already stripped down to just his shirt, hoodie tied around his waist, but it's still long-sleeves and still way too hot. He's going to die. Cause of death: the desert.
So Kou can honestly be found slumped against random buildings, or tucked into back alleys, or trying to snatch whatever shade he can manage as he runs fingers through his messy hair and tries to cool off.
It's... uh. It's not working as well as he'd like.
(Also, that makes him a prime target for pickpocketers; he might also end up running right by you--or into you--when he ends up having to chase down some kids that took his bag.)]
b;
[There's no map for the Grand Market, and Kou is so, so lost. He wanders down one path, peers around a building, and looks utterly bemused (behind that generally flat expression), as he realizes he's somehow never been here before either.
Uh...?
And, an unimpressed mutter as he runs his sleeve over his forehead tiredly:]
How big is this place?
c;
[So. The casino. From Kou's own experiences with shady underbellies of crime (admittedly probably more genial than most), he knows that a lot of information can be found in a place like this. So he can be found casing the place out as casually as a teenager from Japan can, and he might even snag your character out front if they're looking, murmuring a quiet:]
Do you want to look inside?
[Otherwise? He's walking right on in with his hands tucked far too casually into his pockets, scoping out the place with what has to be fake confidence, because he's way out of place here.
It's probably fine.
He wants to get to the bottom of this as much as possible.]
wildcard;
[and/or just pick something and i will roll with it, or hit me up at kalisona!]
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[You know what sucks? Wearing a hoodie over a longsleeved uniform when it's this hot. Kou's already stripped down to just his shirt, hoodie tied around his waist, but it's still long-sleeves and still way too hot. He's going to die. Cause of death: the desert.
So Kou can honestly be found slumped against random buildings, or tucked into back alleys, or trying to snatch whatever shade he can manage as he runs fingers through his messy hair and tries to cool off.
It's... uh. It's not working as well as he'd like.
(Also, that makes him a prime target for pickpocketers; he might also end up running right by you--or into you--when he ends up having to chase down some kids that took his bag.)]
b;
[There's no map for the Grand Market, and Kou is so, so lost. He wanders down one path, peers around a building, and looks utterly bemused (behind that generally flat expression), as he realizes he's somehow never been here before either.
Uh...?
And, an unimpressed mutter as he runs his sleeve over his forehead tiredly:]
How big is this place?
c;
[So. The casino. From Kou's own experiences with shady underbellies of crime (admittedly probably more genial than most), he knows that a lot of information can be found in a place like this. So he can be found casing the place out as casually as a teenager from Japan can, and he might even snag your character out front if they're looking, murmuring a quiet:]
Do you want to look inside?
[Otherwise? He's walking right on in with his hands tucked far too casually into his pockets, scoping out the place with what has to be fake confidence, because he's way out of place here.
It's probably fine.
He wants to get to the bottom of this as much as possible.]
wildcard;
[and/or just pick something and i will roll with it, or hit me up at