[A few minutes before the chosen time, Shiro arrives at the cafe, tall and muscular, with a straight back and purposeful step. All in black with the occasional trim in grey, he's simply but neatly turned out. Not a hair on all that black. It's not hard to spot the pinned up right sleeve of his turtleneck, or the golden lung dragon draped over Shiro's shoulders.]
[He approaches a waitress, politely waiting until she has a free moment to get her attention and speak softly to her with a smile. She gives him a smile in return and points out Emet-Selch's table. He tanks her and winds his way through to stand near one of the chairs.]
Mr. Emet-Selch? I'm Shiro. We spoke on the network. [He offers his left hand - hyur - to clasp. There's no overt hostility, anyway... ]
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Not a hair on all that black. It's not hard to spot the pinned up right sleeve of his turtleneck, or the golden lung dragon draped over Shiro's shoulders.]
[He approaches a waitress, politely waiting until she has a free moment to get her attention and speak softly to her with a smile. She gives him a smile in return and points out Emet-Selch's table.
He tanks her and winds his way through to stand near one of the chairs.]
Mr. Emet-Selch? I'm Shiro. We spoke on the network. [He offers his left hand - hyur - to clasp.
There's no overt hostility, anyway... ]