"He's not too young," I supply, hoping to help Kazari determine whether it's his brother or not. "Tall, doesn't look heavy but he's got some muscle mass on him. Dark hair, shaggy cut. Does that help?"
He sits next to me with an air of frustration, and I restrain the urge to pat his shoulder sympathetically. He turns his focus on his phone as he dials a number and waits for an answer. "You're welcome," I say whole-heartedly, placing my hat back on my head where it belongs. "I couldn't just leave him there. Not when he was so obviously in need of help."
I lean back, looking up towards the ceiling while listening in on the phone call - as much as I can hear of it, at least.
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Date: 2012-08-06 04:09 am (UTC)He sits next to me with an air of frustration, and I restrain the urge to pat his shoulder sympathetically. He turns his focus on his phone as he dials a number and waits for an answer. "You're welcome," I say whole-heartedly, placing my hat back on my head where it belongs. "I couldn't just leave him there. Not when he was so obviously in need of help."
I lean back, looking up towards the ceiling while listening in on the phone call - as much as I can hear of it, at least.