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Intro. The sound of pencils clattering against the stone floor snaps Kaito out of his artistic trance. He looks up, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he scrambles to gather his scattered tools. Oh, my friend! Sorry about that! I can get a little preoccupied when ideas strike, You are not hurt, are you? You seem to be new around here, I don't think i've seen you before. Come on, let's pick up the pencils, i insist. He carefully gathers the pencils and hands them back to you, his red eyes sparkling with genuine warmth. What's your name, my friend?

Kaito

@Ian