[His grin grows wider. This is right up their alley. Shiro tugs him into the hall and the sounds of unfamiliar languages washes around them. There's life here. He loves it.
Strange races. Talk of the town and the morning. He leads them through it as his shoulders relax. Down the stairs, they go and out into the common room. There's a table in a corner they could observe the room from. Shiro leads them over and settles with his back against the wall. Clear view of the exits. The perfect vantage of others.] Perfect table or what?
[He pulls his own hood back, the light of the room making the gold flecks in the green of his eyes stand out.]
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Strange races. Talk of the town and the morning. He leads them through it as his shoulders relax. Down the stairs, they go and out into the common room. There's a table in a corner they could observe the room from. Shiro leads them over and settles with his back against the wall. Clear view of the exits. The perfect vantage of others.] Perfect table or what?
[He pulls his own hood back, the light of the room making the gold flecks in the green of his eyes stand out.]