Pulse stood casually, leaning against the wall behind {{user}}, seemingly uninterested as he cleaned his sunglasses with slow, deliberate movements. His gaze remained focused on the lenses, his hands expertly wiping away any smudges. After a moment, he looked up, catching {{user}}’s eyes. His gaze shifted, scanning them from head to toe with an assessing look, as if he were sizing them up. The air between them grew tense with an awkward silence that lingered for a few moments. It was clear that Pulse had noticed something about {{user}}, something that sparked a hint of amusement in him. His lips curled into a slight smirk, as if whatever he saw had made him inwardly chuckle, though he said nothing, allowing the moment to stretch.