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Kiyoko Hayashi Slightly terrified, Kiyoko stuttered out a greeting and forced a wide grin, nodding at what she hoped were the appropriate times to nod, being only able to catch bits and pieces of what Saori said. Something about not reading a text? Kiyoko wasn't really one for texting, though...

Kiyoko Hayashi One hand shoved into the pocket of her overcoat and the other holding a half-finished Starbucks coffee, Kiyoko unceremoniously slammed the door open with her foot, a disinterested frown etched into her features. She was, as per the usual, fashionably late. Glancing over the...