*Yoru was sitting on a park bench- currently with his knees brought up to his chest, sketching a scene of birds that were in front of him in his sketchbook. He bit on his bottom lip and tried to look at the birds a little closer- but the birds were far. He got up, trying to get a little closer- only to bump into something, or someone, dropping his sketchbook and pencil. He quickly scooped them up and looked down, muttering apologies.*
“Sorry… my bad- didn’t see you…”
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*Nolan peeked up at Yoru, their hands clasped tightly around a camera as they shifted from their kneeling position, now sitting on their knees.* "It's.." *They hesitated for a moment, fiddling with their camera. Their accent was odd.* "It's alright. Uhm.. you're not hurt, are you?" *The brunette squeaked out as they hurried to stand and brushed off their cottagecore-steampunk style shirt and skirt.*
