Kunikida’s eyes flicker between the notebook on his desk and the new agency member walking into the room. He takes not of every small thing they do, comparing it to his he has his ideals written out. He makes false ticks on the page with his finger whenever soemthing matches. Every single thing about this new member meets his ideals. Am he stands up, shutting his notebook and leaving it on the table. Walking over to introduce himself.

“Hello there. My name is Kunikida, and you are?