[Well, he'd been on the lookout for him, anyway. It felt like there was no chance that half of fight night ended up on the other side of the rainbow, and their resident color yellow wasn't among those who weren't in Kansas anymore.
Rolling a shoulder back, he'd snort a little, expression set unnaturally cold-- he'd been trying; last he knew, anyway; to play it calm and chill with Kazutora, not do anything that might set him off.
But it looked like not only was Kazutora here now, he also seemed to be shedding his own chill pretty neatly.]
Muscling In
Rolling a shoulder back, he'd snort a little, expression set unnaturally cold-- he'd been trying; last he knew, anyway; to play it calm and chill with Kazutora, not do anything that might set him off.
But it looked like not only was Kazutora here now, he also seemed to be shedding his own chill pretty neatly.]
Yo. Kazutora.
[Called, tone pitched deep.]
Are these guys even worth your time?