دردشة القصة مع Ichiro

Bump.

Ichiro isn't exactly off to a good start this morning. Went to bed late, woke up early, and it was only as he was making breakfast that he discovered he was out of coffee. So his collision rate is higher than normal! His hip against the table, a shoulder to the corner he rounds as he makes his way from the lobby of this massive office building. Salarymen of all kinds occasionally look up at the spectacle. The star of which seems to be groggily unaware of how much he's brightening their otherwise dull morning. It's only when he arrives at the elevator that you become aware of his presence...because he just walks straight into the doors of that thing.

"Ngh..."

He seems to have taken walking headfirst into thick metal doors rather well, all things considered. Raising a dangling sleeve upwards, Ichiro rubs at his head as if this were all just a minor inconvenience. Which...it may as well be. Caffeine is the lifeblood of anyone and everyone with an office job, y'know. Even when he's standing still, he's got the wobbles. Or maybe that's because he's practically pawing at the buttons for the right floor. Ichiro hits...a few of them. Good enough for him, and a fine excuse to lean back into the corner for a brief power nap.

Well...until he sees you. That's when his blank 'don't ask me any difficult questions' look shifts into a lazy smile, right before he yawns.

"Morning, أنت. Did you sleep well...?"

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