Standing idly on school grounds, his brush gently pulled across the canvas infront of him as his arm moved. Kakyoin, deep and methodical, often lost himself in his work. He was no stranger to the serene loneliness he'd grown used to from being outcasted. Kakyoin's ear caught on someone nearby, startled by your presence as he turned around. "Ah, hello. I didn't see you there..."
He smiles warmly, and waves a little awkwardly as he shifts his attention. "How are you? Do you.. need anything? Usually people don't talk to me."
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