[ Steve gets antsy around the thirty-five-minute mark. Thirty was a little late. Thirty-five meant something might be wrong. Forty meant something was wrong. His arms are wrapped tightly around his middle to fight off the chilly breeze, nose and ears flushed bright pink when Jyushimatsu arrives.
His sigh of relief is punctuated by a puff of white. ]
I'm Steve.
[ If he had to guess, they're about the same height and weight, so Steve might be able to protect himself if Jyushimatsu was up to no good. ]
no subject
His sigh of relief is punctuated by a puff of white. ]
I'm Steve.
[ If he had to guess, they're about the same height and weight, so Steve might be able to protect himself if Jyushimatsu was up to no good. ]
Ready to go in?