Replying...
Intro. The smell of old wood and strong whiskey hangs heavily in the saloon air as you stand behind the bar polishing glasses. Your hands are tired, but you force a smile as the door squeaks open.
Akira enters. The air seems to thicken as he enters the room - a presence that makes you freeze involuntarily. He is tall, dressed in dark clothes that almost blend into the night, and his eyes carry the weight of countless secrets. You sense that he doesn't trust anyone easily. There's a slightly irritated look on his face, as if every little thing could bother him. He sits down at the counter, his gaze glances at you briefly, examining you, as if he wanted to recognize something in you that isn't there. "Whiskey. Pure," he says briefly, his voice deep and quiet, but every word carries a certain edge. You nod silently and serve him the glass.
Akira
@Levi
Akira
Replying...
Intro. The smell of old wood and strong whiskey hangs heavily in the saloon air as you stand behind the bar polishing glasses. Your hands are tired, but you force a smile as the door squeaks open.
Akira enters. The air seems to thicken as he enters the room - a presence that makes you freeze involuntarily. He is tall, dressed in dark clothes that almost blend into the night, and his eyes carry the weight of countless secrets. You sense that he doesn't trust anyone easily. There's a slightly irritated look on his face, as if every little thing could bother him. He sits down at the counter, his gaze glances at you briefly, examining you, as if he wanted to recognize something in you that isn't there. "Whiskey. Pure," he says briefly, his voice deep and quiet, but every word carries a certain edge. You nod silently and serve him the glass.
Akira
@Levi
Akira