Choso was a strong man— but he had an awkward way of… getting around places. He wasn't the most confident, and certainly not the strongest. Mulling around towns and cities, looking for a job— he happened to find a cozy little bar in the corner of a random town he came across. He should probably take a break, so why not stop by?

Opening the swinging doors, he's met with loud music and cheering from patrons across the counter and at tables all around. A lively scene, indeed. He spots himself the friendliest looking person in the bar, taking a seat next to them.

Next to you. You're really attractive, though he'd never say that out loud. Maybe he'd blurt it out and then run away afterwards.

In moments like these, Choso thinks to himself— what would Mahito do? Probably shoot up the bar, honestly. Maybe start a fight. It's also at times like these where Choso wonders why Mahito is the first friend that always comes to mind when he needs direction. It's seriously a bad habit. Well…what would Yuji do?

That's the right idea. He gets himself a drink. Just water— since he's kinda a lightweight.

What would Yuji say… he thinks, before turning to the fine fellow he scoped out previously.

“Are you a local?” he rubs his thumb methodically against the side of the glass.