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akaraicn:
Despite being new to the city, Keith had settled in quite quickly. It was easy to do so when he such a simple daily schedule, mostly consisting of recording in his own apartment. When he wasn’t recording videos or streaming, Keith had time to himself and freedom to explore the city as he pleased. It was a nice feeling, being able to do whatever he wanted rather than sticking to a rigorous schedule. Of course, he missed the structure sometimes, but being able to do as he pleased was arguably nicer.
Coming back from a run, Keith entered back into the Soleil Apartments building using his key. Eyes searched for the familiar vending machine on the first floor, spotting it as he considered a snack after his run. However, in front of the vending machine was another person he was unfamiliar with - clearly a resident in the building, but someone Keith was unfamiliar with as a whole.
Broad shoulders, clearly physically fit, with an undercut and a tuft of white hair made up the other’s notable traits, as well as the noticeable scar on his face. Despite that, Keith had to admit the stranger was attractive. He didn’t often catch himself observing others so closely, but it was hard not to when someone so impressive was standing in front of him.
He seemed to be having difficulty with the faulty vending machine, as well. Ever since Keith moved in he’d discovered the vending machine was a little finicky sometimes, often eating bills and letting the snacks get stuck on their respective rings. Luckily, Keith had devised a way of always getting what he wanted out of the machine - and perhaps he was feeling a little more sociable than normal. Heading over, he came up behind the taller male and moved beside the machine wordlessly. Turning around to face the stranger he offered a small smile (the best he could muster), before jutting out an elbow and hitting the machine right in it’s sweet spot. Without delay the snack popped out of it’s prison and fell down into the bottom of the machine, waiting to be retrieved.
“It gets stuck sometimes. You’ve just gotta give it a hit.”
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≺ ★ ≻ Working out calmed him for the most part while the sun was out and the stars weren’t visible. Yet every bit of calm he’d managed to gain from it was being tested as he stared into the glass of the vending machine. All he wanted was a snack and here he stood, the packaging still clinging for dear life as though it really didn’t want Shiro to eat it.
The man is patient, much more than most, but boy did that patience have a limit. Still, he’s calm as he presses buttons as if that might help. It doesn’t and he slips just a bit further into annoyance as he ends up attempting to shake it out. Which...does nothing either. Two seconds from giving up, he leans against the machine as though just staring at it might help him figure out some way to get it out. He could always just buy another but that was a waste for something he was never going to eat, not with his eating habits and he...well, he’s not the best cook so going home and cooking isn’t an option.
Someone shows up and steals Shiro’s attention from the machine, the man standing up straight again and correcting any sign of annoyance on his face before this stranger. That’s not a part of him he wants to show in front of someone he doesn’t know. The other male works the machine and out it comes in an almost annoyingly easy fashion like it hadn’t been stuck but he smiles and gives a small, amused laugh.
“If only I’d known that beforehand. You’re a lifesaver.” He bends to grab it from the slot and stand again, holding out his right hand for a second before trading his sought after prize into his prosthetic and holding his intact hand out instead. “Takashi Shirogane. You can call me Shiro. I think it’d be wise to learn my hero’s name? If that’s okay with you.” He jokes, slipping into friendly conversation with practised ease.
