[This deep into the holiday season proper, the weather’s gone chilly to match. It’s enough to make his breath form as curling wisps in the air, enough to whiten rooftops and sidewalks with the tinge of last night’s light snowfall. But it isn’t even close enough to dissuade those who want to be out — all it takes is warm clothing and a mission to get something done.
He’s dressed in jeans and a dark red hoodie, loose on his form, and spotted with color; the reason why is directly behind him, a large unfinished mural which stretches from one end of the street to the other, worked on by a handful here to help out. When he spots a stranger approaching, an undeniable enthusiasm in her step, Miles makes the assumption—]
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He’s dressed in jeans and a dark red hoodie, loose on his form, and spotted with color; the reason why is directly behind him, a large unfinished mural which stretches from one end of the street to the other, worked on by a handful here to help out. When he spots a stranger approaching, an undeniable enthusiasm in her step, Miles makes the assumption—]
Hey. Uh, Tsuruno, right?