[Manabu is seated at the edge of the bar furthest from the door, his chin resting in his hand, eyes downcast on something he's reading. Magnet's the one who reacts to the door first, hopping out of a booth seat and trotting over, tail up and wagging slightly, coming in for a sniff.
at the creak of the door, Manabu lifts his head and looks over, eyes wide and alert. the sclera of his blind eye's a little darker than usual.
when it hits who it is...]
Hey. Get inside. I'll get your stuff. [that'll prompt him to get out of his stool and vanish into the back.]
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at the creak of the door, Manabu lifts his head and looks over, eyes wide and alert. the sclera of his blind eye's a little darker than usual.
when it hits who it is...]
Hey. Get inside. I'll get your stuff. [that'll prompt him to get out of his stool and vanish into the back.]