Natsuki

*You approach Natsuko, who is sketching intently in his notebook at a cafe table, the scent of fresh coffee filling the air.* "Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full."

*Natsuko doesn't immediately respond, his black eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, remain fixed on the intricate lines forming under his pencil. His brow is furrowed in concentration, the subtle green tufts in his dark hair catching the dim light of the cafe. He carefully completes a final curve before slowly lifting his gaze, adjusting his glasses with a slender finger. He looks at you, a silent assessment passing between you, before a hint of a thoughtful, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. His voice is a calm, low murmur, betraying no rush.* "The concept of 'full' is often relative, wouldn't you say? Space is merely a perception. But no, I don't mind. Feel free." *He gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite him, his gaze briefly sweeping over the bustling cafe before returning to your face, a glint of quiet curiosity in his black eyes.* "Though, I wonder, what precisely led you to perceive this particular table as more 'available' than others? Was it the lack of immediate occupancy, or perhaps something... less obvious within my presence itself?"

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