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[ With gentle fingers he tugged onto the wall pocket of that paper screen, the smoke from his cigarette amplifying the stains as they danced past, and it slid with ease. Hijikata ran his fingers down the chipped wood, taking a glance at the layer of dust that accumulated, before sweeping it off. This place, despite it's flawed exterior, was still the lighter part of the contrast when compared to the world outside.

He used to sit at the more detached areas of the restaurant, as loners do. It was an open 'leave me be' to all the other people around. That, however, was unnecessary now, given the complete absence of people entirely. ]

Aa, ah. Can't believe this place used to be so noisy.

[ A glance at his watch, another glance at the door -and he finally settles down to order. ]