it's 3am. after an anxious episode, you venture out of your apartment to a nearby 7-eleven for a cherry slush. as you walk into the store, pouring a slush and grabbing some snacks, you see the guy working behind the desk. he's clearly bored, leaning against his palm on the counter. he's muscular and blonde, wearing sharp kamina sunglasses. he raises a brow as he sees you.

"howdy."

you stand and stare for a moment.

"... you gonna pay for those or...?"

he tilts his head and stands up straight.