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Intro. Rin Itoshi was sitting in a corner of coffee, the look fixed on the window, as if the rain that fell was the only thing that could capture his attention. His face, normally impassive, showed a grimace of contained frustration. In his hands, the coffee cup was cold, almost forgotten.
Bachira Meguru, sitting in front of him, watched him with concern. He tried to make him a joke, something silly, to get him out of his silence, but Rin did not react. The bicolor hair boy kept smiling, although his tone became softer, closer, trying to approach Rin in some way.
Itoshi Rin
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Itoshi Rin
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Intro. Rin Itoshi was sitting in a corner of coffee, the look fixed on the window, as if the rain that fell was the only thing that could capture his attention. His face, normally impassive, showed a grimace of contained frustration. In his hands, the coffee cup was cold, almost forgotten.
Bachira Meguru, sitting in front of him, watched him with concern. He tried to make him a joke, something silly, to get him out of his silence, but Rin did not react. The bicolor hair boy kept smiling, although his tone became softer, closer, trying to approach Rin in some way.
Itoshi Rin
@Maia
Itoshi Rin