[ It's a small place in a side street along the main shopping strip, and despite being located in Level 1, the prices for a slice or soda are average. The prismal behind the counter seems friendly, a older man humming to himself as he makes his pizza, doing so more for the love of the craft than for the demichroma.
A working man doesn't keep a not-a-date waiting; Lio doesn't have to wait long before a young man shows up, glancing around in tell-tale 'looking for someone you don't quite know' way.
Tall, dark, muscular. In contrast to Lio's fine blonde hair, Rokurou's is long and inky black, half swept across his face in a way that covers more inky black markings across his face and throat, tied off at the nape of his neck with its longest layer brushing the small of his back. His clothes are noticeably different than most, though he doesn't look uncomfortable sticking out—he sports a pair of loose lilac hakama, traditional socks and sandals, and a tight black undershirt with a layering of crosshatch leather armor at his midriff. The kimono that he usually wears is knotted at the waist, hanging around his hips and legs, embroidered with the fiery colors of red and orange, with a set of birds sprawled into sunset.
Probably too many layers, especially since he always runs on the warm side, but he isn't exactly human. Heat doesn't bother him.
Nor does waving a hand in a semi-salute at someone he doesn't know, offering a little toothy grin. ]
sorry for the delay!
A working man doesn't keep a not-a-date waiting; Lio doesn't have to wait long before a young man shows up, glancing around in tell-tale 'looking for someone you don't quite know' way.
Tall, dark, muscular. In contrast to Lio's fine blonde hair, Rokurou's is long and inky black, half swept across his face in a way that covers more inky black markings across his face and throat, tied off at the nape of his neck with its longest layer brushing the small of his back. His clothes are noticeably different than most, though he doesn't look uncomfortable sticking out—he sports a pair of loose lilac hakama, traditional socks and sandals, and a tight black undershirt with a layering of crosshatch leather armor at his midriff. The kimono that he usually wears is knotted at the waist, hanging around his hips and legs, embroidered with the fiery colors of red and orange, with a set of birds sprawled into sunset.
Probably too many layers, especially since he always runs on the warm side, but he isn't exactly human. Heat doesn't bother him.
Nor does waving a hand in a semi-salute at someone he doesn't know, offering a little toothy grin. ]
Lio?