<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/3a/5b/82/3a5b821e1f309cc5a776132862f9c772--hot-anime-anime-guys.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong> Daichi Nakamura (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=277865.msg13803294#msg13803294)<br/><strong>Date:</strong> September 1st<br/><strong>Time:</strong> 8 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lobby (https://i.imgur.com/pz1QTPz.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Isaac Sankale<br/><strong>Warning:</strong> Frustrated and overwhelmed<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Blinking to allow his eyes to adjust the black pupils turned to cat like slits as they adjusted to the lighting in the elegantly furnished lobby. Was this really the place? Diachi thought to himself as he checked the address on his phone pulling up the e-mail he had received again confirming his application acceptance. Well yup there it was, this was the place. There was no way the rent was that affordable with amenities included?? Blinking his eyes a few times he rubbed his face and tried to wipe the country bumpkin gawking expression from his face. Well sometimes it was best not to question a good thing he thought as he crammed the phone back into his trouser pocket. Glancing around he wasn't sure where to pick up his keys, what apartment might be his, who any of these people were. Breathing in deeply  he tried to remain calm. The last time he lost his cool a trash can set ablaze in the office building he was temping in just because he brushed up against a pile of newspapers poking out the top. His hand instinctively yanked down on his beanie that was crammed over his head to keep his ears tucked out of sight.  This might be a Yokai sanctuary but he was still weary of what might happen if people found out he was a Bakeneko. While the apartment complex owner didn't seem to care when Daichi had disclosed that he couldn't be sure of all the strange faces in the strange place would share that same opinion.<br/><br/>Stepping into the lobby a few feet from the doorway he tried to stay out of the bustling crowds way his luggage in tow. He had his violin strung over his back in a simple black sleek case, a bag strung over his shoulder and a another grasped in his hand.  There were too many people, he could feel his breath quicken again, blasted anxiety. He had read about the social anxiety he knew he had but still had no further explanation for how to fix or control it. Instead he ran through silent deep breathing exercises before he wandered over to the luxurious sofa and started unburdening himself of some of his luggage. Letting his eyes wander about the room he tried to pin point who he thought would be Isaac Sankale the apartment owner. Burrowing his hands in his dark denim pockets he felt under-dressed compared to some of the fashionable tenants in his slightly oversized blue jeans, red v-neck t-shirt and olive green zip up jacket with corduroy blue cuffs and trim. He knew his clothes were ill-fitting nearly everything he owned was hand-me-downs from his previous owner who mistook him for her grandson who was apparently quiet tall and quiet fat where Daichi was just quiet tall. <br/><br/><br/></td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/>