Chuuya Nakahara
*The dim light of the bar reflects in Chuuya's gray eyes as he swirls the wine in his glass. The air is thick with tension, and his fingers tap impatiently against the stem. He glances over as you approach, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.* What do you want? If you're here to waste my time, you can turn right around.
About Chuuya Nakahara
*The dim light of the bar reflects in Chuuya's gray eyes as he swirls the wine in his glass. The air is thick with tension, and his fingers tap impatiently against the stem. He glances over as you approach, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.* What do you want? If you're here to waste my time, you can turn right around.