[ When she knocks on the door, he is already clear across the room poised to complain about it to his gallery of silent monsters. He is the kind of person who likes things met to the second-- though they never specified a time. 'Wednesday night' was a pretty open window. Whoopsie.
Rohan gathers himself up and heads right on back to the door he had just closed. If he was letting in someone who had the intention of killing and eating him? Well, he was pretty boned. What he is greeted with when he opens the door is--... She's definitely something. ]
Yuzu Hiiragi, I presume? [ He asks of her with a flat affect and a cant of his head. The silly little dangly pen nib earrings shift with a left tilt of his head. ] Come.
[ He holds the door open for her in a strangely polite gesture that is sure to not last very long. She has about three seconds to get through before he closes it in her face. The front room is clear enough but smells heavily of paint, ink, and something sweet that isn't necessarily a pleasant sweet. The window is open but artists are going to smell like artists and that will never ever come out of the walls or the couch. Leaning up against the walls all around are a variety of canvases. Some are covered in black sheets, others are left open for her to look at as she passes through. Yuzu will see many pictures: A large, proud lion manticore on one, a flowy gray and white mermaid on another. One more boasts a gargoyle leaping from one canvas to a second one, colors changing from black to brilliant purple-toned pearl. A sorts of monsters. Maybe she will recognize one or two? Who knows!
A desk nearest to the hallway has stacks upon stacks of papers and way too many pens and inkwells littering it. He's a busy guy and it shows. Rohan remains aloof as ever as he shuts the door. ]
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Rohan gathers himself up and heads right on back to the door he had just closed. If he was letting in someone who had the intention of killing and eating him? Well, he was pretty boned. What he is greeted with when he opens the door is--... She's definitely something. ]
Yuzu Hiiragi, I presume? [ He asks of her with a flat affect and a cant of his head. The silly little dangly pen nib earrings shift with a left tilt of his head. ] Come.
[ He holds the door open for her in a strangely polite gesture that is sure to not last very long. She has about three seconds to get through before he closes it in her face. The front room is clear enough but smells heavily of paint, ink, and something sweet that isn't necessarily a pleasant sweet. The window is open but artists are going to smell like artists and that will never ever come out of the walls or the couch. Leaning up against the walls all around are a variety of canvases. Some are covered in black sheets, others are left open for her to look at as she passes through. Yuzu will see many pictures: A large, proud lion manticore on one, a flowy gray and white mermaid on another. One more boasts a gargoyle leaping from one canvas to a second one, colors changing from black to brilliant purple-toned pearl. A sorts of monsters. Maybe she will recognize one or two? Who knows!
A desk nearest to the hallway has stacks upon stacks of papers and way too many pens and inkwells littering it. He's a busy guy and it shows. Rohan remains aloof as ever as he shuts the door. ]
Rohan Kishibe. Thank you for showing up.
Do I need to feed you?