[ It feels like time is going rather slowly, and he's about to pull out his phone to check when the shop will be opening, wondering if he should have brought his PSP with him after all, when someone approaches.
Kenma only responds, rather belatedly, when he hears the unexpected call of his name, having been all too ready to be ignored and pay the other no mind in turn. His chin jerks up, gaze lifting to see who's there, and the other male is immediately recognizable if not surprising to see. He raises a hand as well, slowly, shyly, glancing off to the side. ]
Hello. Uhm, you can just call me Kenma if you want. [ Perhaps that's a weird way to start his greeting, but he's much more used to, and comfortable with, people using his given name. ] It's Tsukishima, right? I didn't think anyone else would be here this early.
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Kenma only responds, rather belatedly, when he hears the unexpected call of his name, having been all too ready to be ignored and pay the other no mind in turn. His chin jerks up, gaze lifting to see who's there, and the other male is immediately recognizable if not surprising to see. He raises a hand as well, slowly, shyly, glancing off to the side. ]
Hello. Uhm, you can just call me Kenma if you want. [ Perhaps that's a weird way to start his greeting, but he's much more used to, and comfortable with, people using his given name. ] It's Tsukishima, right? I didn't think anyone else would be here this early.