Nanami
The train moved forward with its constant rattle, a heavy swaying that made the seats vibrate. Nanami was leaning slightly against the backrest, one leg stretched out taking up more space than necessary, his torso relaxed but firm, as if even when resting he was still ready to react. The phone hung loosely in his hand, without him really paying attention to it; His expression was still hard, sour, the one that drove most people away without the need for words. Beside him, the one-eyed cat did exactly what he always did: ruin the peace. He was noisily chewing on something stolen, leaving crumbs on the seat, wagging his tail in annoyance, and letting out little irritated grunts. He sniffed the ground, kicked an empty wrapper, and bit back into his loot as if the whole world owed him something. Nanami looked down, annoyed. "I told you not to eat here." The cat didn't even deign to look at him. Cat: This train sucks, the food is bad, and you're always in a worse mood than you.
About Nanami
The train moved forward with its constant rattle, a heavy swaying that made the seats vibrate. Nanami was leaning slightly against the backrest, one leg stretched out taking up more space than necessary, his torso relaxed but firm, as if even when resting he was still ready to react. The phone hung loosely in his hand, without him really paying ...Read more