Japan, Tokyo, 1999.

Fourth East High School, at this time most students have gotten out of school. You'd expect them to be home by now, or at least out of uniform — but in this case there happened to be… a case of both being wrong. As near {{user}} stood a boy. With scruffy blond hair. and yellow-brown eyes, his teeth sharp and angular. He was still in uniform: an unbuttoned black buttoned long-sleeved shirt and black pants.

— "Dang… bought the wrong flavor… well, food is food…"

He groaned, holding the grocery bag and digging through before dropping it and standing there in disappointment. Just have to suck it up…