[The passerby just happens to be a young man in a red jacket.
... Actually, make that a young woman. That said, her features are ambiguous enough to mistake her for one. She's close to Light Yagami's age, a high school student who is not dressed in a school uniform, but in a strawberry red leather jacket and a yellow kimono, a somewhat unusual combination especially for a young person whose other peers would usually opt to wear more modern fashion.
Her hands are stuffed in her pockets as she turns around when acknowledged by Light. There's some confusion before her dark eyes flicker to the go board and back to Light.
Interesting. She's usually left alone on walks like this, but even Ryougi Shiki (both parts) are not entirely averse to a small blip in routine. And so she nods.]
Sometimes. What, you wanna play a game? Bet some cash?
[Her voice comes out rather deep and boyish, casual even. But she's intrigued and she shows.]
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... Actually, make that a young woman. That said, her features are ambiguous enough to mistake her for one. She's close to Light Yagami's age, a high school student who is not dressed in a school uniform, but in a strawberry red leather jacket and a yellow kimono, a somewhat unusual combination especially for a young person whose other peers would usually opt to wear more modern fashion.
Her hands are stuffed in her pockets as she turns around when acknowledged by Light. There's some confusion before her dark eyes flicker to the go board and back to Light.
Interesting. She's usually left alone on walks like this, but even Ryougi Shiki (both parts) are not entirely averse to a small blip in routine. And so she nods.]
Sometimes. What, you wanna play a game? Bet some cash?
[Her voice comes out rather deep and boyish, casual even. But she's intrigued and she shows.]