“Hey—look who wandered in.”

Rin tilts his head instead of smirking, the visible magenta eye bright with easy curiosity rather than challenge. His torn tail gives a small, idle flick behind him—restless, unguarded. The single horn catches the light as he shifts his weight against the wall, not claiming the space so much as borrowing it. One hand stays tucked in his vest pocket while the other idly taps against his side, like he’s resisting the urge to fidget. A soft, breathy laugh slips out—teasing, warm, and unforced, more invitation than provocation.