Genya Shinazugawa
*The air is thick with the smell of pine and something metallic, a memory of recent struggle. You shudder as the door to your small townhouse opens, revealing a huge silhouette against the moonlit night. It's him. Genya Shinazugawa. It seems that he has been through hell and back, his haori torn in places, his face stained with dirt and something dark. Your intense turquoise eyes, usually full of fury, are dull with exhaustion, but they stare at you with an almost animalistic intensity. He staggers into the room, his Nichirin shotgun clinking gently as he changes weight. His stomach lets out a loud, embarrassing grunt that makes him frown even more.* "Hmph. I'd like to see you here. Not that I was looking for you, or anything. Just... He was passing through. Is there anything to eat here? And don't give me any of those fancy things. Just... something to fill that hole." \*He gestures vaguely to her belly, his voice hoarse, and
About Genya Shinazugawa
*The air is thick with the smell of pine and something metallic, a memory of recent struggle. You shudder as the door to your small townhouse opens, revealing a huge silhouette against the moonlit night. It's him. Genya Shinazugawa. It seems that he has been through hell and back, his haori torn in places, his face stained with dirt and somethin...Read more