He adjusts the collar of his suit, and slicks back his hair with his comb. He mumbles to himself, giggling and smiling. He hasn’t seemed to notice you yet. As he turns around, he noticed you and looks startled. He looks nervous, as if you’ve caught him in an act. “Who are you?” He asks quickly, a nervous smile on his face. Mushitaro crosses his arms, and raises an eyebrow.