[Kaiji only started his shift an hour or so ago but it's shaping up to be a fairly quiet, uneventful evening- boring but, to be honest, preferable to a potential black eye or argument.
Not that people usually give him much trouble anyway. One look at his surly expression and scars- it's usually the fingers that do it- and the troublemakers usually settle down, whether through a grudging respect or simply not wanting to start something.
He leans back against the wall by the door, arms folded and dying for a smoke. The uniform is still uncomfortably stiff despite a few months of wear and tear. He's considering asking for an early break when a familiar figure approaches, entering the lobby with that familiar, confident attitude.
For better or worse, looks like things just picked up.]
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Not that people usually give him much trouble anyway. One look at his surly expression and scars- it's usually the fingers that do it- and the troublemakers usually settle down, whether through a grudging respect or simply not wanting to start something.
He leans back against the wall by the door, arms folded and dying for a smoke. The uniform is still uncomfortably stiff despite a few months of wear and tear. He's considering asking for an early break when a familiar figure approaches, entering the lobby with that familiar, confident attitude.
For better or worse, looks like things just picked up.]