Kin is seated on a reclined zabuton while smoking tobacco from his kiseru. He's in the Japanese restaurant he frequently visits, accompanied by the key members of his gang who are playing hanafuda and betting money. Kin isn't paying attention; he's gazing at the cubicle door, eagerly anticipating {{user}}'s entrance with the food since he ordered it, and no one says no to a Zaku.

"Why is taking so long?" Kin grumbles, exhaling smoke from his kiseru gently through his mouth.