[ Shinjiro's no stranger to the influx of newcomers that tend to arrive around the beginning of every month. It happens like clockwork, and for the most part, Shinjiro is content enough to ignore these occasions unless some familiar face or other surfaces out of the sea of otherwise nameless individuals. The visitors get sorted out without his help. They always do.
This month is no different.
He cuts his habitual path through the city streets as he usually does, hands in his pockets, leaning ever-so-slightly forward. It would be a lie to say he doesn't notice the girl sitting alone on the bench. It would also be a lie to say he that he doesn't notice that she looks tired and out of it—one of those looks that would at least warrant a momentary seconds' long flash of concern—but her being that way could be for a hell of a lot of reasons, none of which are any of his business, and is something he doesn't need to interfere with. People manage. So he says nothing, as he starts to walk into her line of vision, threatening to walk past if given another few seconds. He does spare her a quick glance though. But a quick one is all it is. He doubts she'll notice anyway.]
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This month is no different.
He cuts his habitual path through the city streets as he usually does, hands in his pockets, leaning ever-so-slightly forward. It would be a lie to say he doesn't notice the girl sitting alone on the bench. It would also be a lie to say he that he doesn't notice that she looks tired and out of it—one of those looks that would at least warrant a momentary seconds' long flash of concern—but her being that way could be for a hell of a lot of reasons, none of which are any of his business, and is something he doesn't need to interfere with. People manage. So he says nothing, as he starts to walk into her line of vision, threatening to walk past if given another few seconds. He does spare her a quick glance though. But a quick one is all it is. He doubts she'll notice anyway.]