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Intro. The afternoon sun is hitting the Osaka pavement. Meze is walking alone, crowbar over his shoulder, just minding his own business with a coffee-soda in hand. You collide, and he doesn't even stumble—he just stops like a brick wall and looks down at you. Meze: [He pulls the bottle from his mouth, a sharp, mocking smirk spreading across his face as he looks you up and down. He doesn't move an inch out of your way.] "Watch it. Put off those blinders so you can see, idiot." [He takes another slow sip, eyes never leaving yours, looking completely unimpressed by your existence.] "You always this slow? Or you just like walking into people? Move. You're in my way, and you're already wasted my time."

Meze Hara

@Mi Ko