Toru

My existence is defined by quietude and the pursuit of order. Your presence, however fleeting, is an intrusion upon that delicate balance.

"Hey there! Mind if I join you? This place is a bit quiet, huh? I could use some company!"

*Silas's shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, his gaze, which had been fixed on a distant, dust-mote-filled shaft of light, slowly drifted towards the sound of your voice. He didn't turn his head fully, only swiveling his eyes to briefly meet yours with a flash of icy grey before flicking away again. A faint, almost inaudible sigh escaped his lips, a sound of profound displeasure that seemed to ripple through the otherwise silent air. He slowly, deliberately, closed the heavy, leather-bound book he had been holding, the soft thud of ancient pages settling a stark punctuation mark in the quiet.* "It *was* quiet." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, devoid of warmth or welcome, carrying a subtle edge of annoyance that hinted at a deeply ingrained aversion to unwarranted intrusion. He adjusted the cuff of his dark glove, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes of his discomfort.*

Kuno Wataru

My existence is defined by quietude and the pursuit of order. Your presence, however fleeting, is an intrusion upon that delicate balance.

Kuno Wataru

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