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Patience is a becoming trait.
"I think it's intriguing," Jun called up to her, watching Akira alight back to the floor. "Much more interesting than my own." As he spoke, a hand stole up to roll a strand of his own, the light blonde highlights stolen of color beneath the shadows.
Remembering a certain ghost then, Jun's dark gold eyes widened as he pushed himself up from the counter top. "There's someone I need to check on," he said, apologetic, while pushing the dozing kitten back towards Akira. "If you'll excuse me for a moment."
He excused himself with a smile before heading toward the back of the hall where he'd left Spooks.
Remembering a certain ghost then, Jun's dark gold eyes widened as he pushed himself up from the counter top. "There's someone I need to check on," he said, apologetic, while pushing the dozing kitten back towards Akira. "If you'll excuse me for a moment."
He excused himself with a smile before heading toward the back of the hall where he'd left Spooks.