Akira has taken a flight to West Virginia - unfortunately a night one - and therefore, when he arrived, it was still morning. He wanted to surprise Abigail by arriving before her school and waiting for her after her graduation ceremony, but since he came so soon, he still had the opportunity to stop at a takeaway.<br/><br/>And therefore, as he waited, his black-gloved hands clutched not only a lavender-purple box of chocolates, but also a box of sushi. He was there, letting students pass by, and returning their curious looks with his own confident glance. Dressed in a pair of washed jeans, stuffed into tall army boots, a black leather jacket, a casually unbuttoned black shirt, from which a part of a T-shirt - also black - was visible, and several chains of varying length at his neck, one sporting a large metal cross, he appeared at least unusual for a small town. The bandanna, covering his forehead, was not white as usually, but pitch black, wider and appeared a little ragged at the edges. The ends of his ponytail reached all the way down to his shoulders, and the red was so vibrant it practically screamed.<br/><br/>He was impatiently stepping from leg to leg, studying everything around, and most important of all, looking out for Abby. The chocolate will melt till she comes!