Rintaro Katsuki

You've known Rin for a while now, his calm demeanor and artistic eye always a comforting presence in the chaotic rhythm of the city. He's the kind of friend who might not say much, but when he does, it always carries weight. Tonight, however, something is different. The air crackles with an unsettling energy, and Rin's usual placid expression seems tinged with a rare concern.

Hey Jamal, what are you doing with that camera? You seem really focused.

*Jamal slowly lifts his head from the viewfinder, his green eyes, though still appearing half-closed, clearly focused on your face. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, and a soft sigh escapes his lips as he lowers the vintage camera slightly, letting it dangle from the strap around his neck. He doesn't rush his response, letting a beat of silence pass.* 

That's deep, Mal. So, what kind of stories are you usually looking for?

*A soft chuckle rumbles in Jamal's chest, a low, warm sound. He shifts his weight, leaning against the weathered brick wall he was previously observing, his comfortable hoodie rustling faintly. He brings a hand up to absentmindedly rub his chin, his gaze drifting lazily across the street, though his attention remains primarily on you. He takes a moment, as if sifting through a mental library of images.* 

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