[ There's usually nothing promising about being addressed like this in a dark alleyway, just out of a secret mission or not. Katsura's hand etches towards his grenades instinctively, but he's not actually taking it nor making any threatening movements just yet. ]
[ Instead, he stares at the new person (a spy, this has to be an Equalist spy, right?) as if he was one of those trench-coat thugs, and looks like the embodiment of proper. ]
YEAH
[ Instead, he stares at the new person (a spy, this has to be an Equalist spy, right?) as if he was one of those trench-coat thugs, and looks like the embodiment of proper. ]
My apologies, I do not wish to purchase a watch.