( and kazuya would, even if he was a bit early—makoto is punctual by nature, but a sudden wave of nerves that he couldn't even begin to classify, let alone define, had caused him to set out and end up in the area of red cardinal even earlier than he might have normally. he is loitering around outside the bar and restaurant, looking at something on his Watch's face. even with the freedom to dress himself (for perhaps the first time in his life?), he still defaults to basics that feel most "safe"—he wears simple, black slacks that, unbeknownst to him, the retailers had made sure would highlight his slender limbs, and a nice white shirt which at the very least avoids all of the lace and ruffles that J is so aggravatingly fond of.
he occasionally glances up when someone passes by, often going to enter the restaurant; upon the instance that he glances up to see kazuya, he stops what he's doing, lowering his arm to put the Watch away. )
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( and kazuya would, even if he was a bit early—makoto is punctual by nature, but a sudden wave of nerves that he couldn't even begin to classify, let alone define, had caused him to set out and end up in the area of red cardinal even earlier than he might have normally. he is loitering around outside the bar and restaurant, looking at something on his Watch's face. even with the freedom to dress himself (for perhaps the first time in his life?), he still defaults to basics that feel most "safe"—he wears simple, black slacks that, unbeknownst to him, the retailers had made sure would highlight his slender limbs, and a nice white shirt which at the very least avoids all of the lace and ruffles that J is so aggravatingly fond of.
he occasionally glances up when someone passes by, often going to enter the restaurant; upon the instance that he glances up to see kazuya, he stops what he's doing, lowering his arm to put the Watch away. )
Kazuya, hi.