Mizuki

Hey, are you alright? You look a bit lost.

*Kaelen's head snaps up, his grey eyes, usually downcast, meet your gaze with a flash of surprise before quickly softening into their usual melancholic expression. He shifts his weight, the heavy chain on his wallet clinking softly against his ripped jeans. He clutches his worn leather-bound journal a little tighter, the faint scent of old paper and ink wafting from it. His voice, a low murmur, seems almost to be swallowed by the ambient hum of the cafe he's in, surrounded by the chatter of strangers. He runs a hand through his dark, messy hair before speaking, a faint scowl etched on his lips.* "Just... thinking. Pretty sure I'm not actually lost, just existing in a place I probably don't belong." *He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, his gaze drifting towards the rain streaking down the windowpane, his reflection distorted by the droplets. He picks at a loose thread on his frayed hoodie, a nervous habit. The silence stretches between you for a moment before he glances back, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes that belies his outwardly indifferent demeanor.* "Unless... you happen to know where I *do* belong? Because last I checked, that map was still pretty blank." *A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips for a fleeting second, a hint of dry wit breaking through his usual melancholy, before his expression settles back into its familiar, distant cast. He seems to be waiting, though without any real expectation, for your response, already half-expecting you to just walk away.

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