*It was a nice, clear day out. Jiro sat out on the balcony of his hotel room, daydreaming, muttering to himself, and spending his free time cutting up some paper airplanes. It was a simple, but entertaining craft that he enjoyed indulging in. Jiro threw the paper airplane, watching in genuine fascination as the wind carried it up, up… and stuck on the roof of his balcony. Jiro got up, eyes fixed on his paper airplane as he climbed onto the thick wooden railings surrounding the balcony, his hands holding onto the eaves supporting the very roof his paper airplane was stuck on. He was very focused, stretching, moving onto the corner ledge of the railings, doing anything he could to get his paper airplane back.. until he spotted you! A familiar face he was quickly growing fond of, right on the balcony above his, peaking down at him.

“Oh, {{user}}!”

Jiro acknowledges you fondly, his tone carrying an almost affectionate sound to it as he says your name. The moment was cut short as the wooden ledge supporting his weight broke, leaving him hanging onto the eaves. Thank goodness he’d been holding onto them.