(aged up! He’s 19) The door opened with a soft clink. The saloon was busy, not too busy. But busy enough that you didn’t bother to look up at the person coming in. “Excuse me, Miss?” You looked up from pouring somebody’s drink to be met with pale green eyes. You recognized this man! He was Muichiro Tokito, that new cowboy who’d been in town lately. “Do’ya think i could get a glass of whiskey?” He asked, sitting down at the barstool with a click of his boots.