<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>City Streets, table outside of the mall's food court.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open | Mentions: Mallory, Kyless<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Waiting on the others<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Toshiro is currently wearing a cream colored graphic t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2292/0133/products/B_wander_640x.jpg?v=1571609586), dark cerulean cargo shorts and running shoes, a Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters' insignia ball cap, and a pair of over-ear headphones with a stark white frame around his neck. A canvas messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, its surface almost entirely consisting of patches and buttons from an assortment of cartoons, movies, bands, and video games.<br/><hr/>While he always had a distinct distaste for mixing his work at SOPHE with his leisure time, Toshiro was intent on trying to enjoy himself as much as he could on his organization sponsored shopping trip. With long sip of coffee that was potentially more ice, milk substitute, and syrup than otherwise, Toshiro scanned passively over the latest issue of<em>Weekly Shōnen Jump</em>, the smell of the crab and savory cream still wafting up lusciously from the tray of croquettes that rested tantalizingly on the table he was seated at. As much as this typically sensationally transcendent combination of stimuli usually was able to pull his mind from whatever burdens had been weighing him down in his role as one of SOPHE's research leads, there were too many unusual variables that surrounded him for this to be the case now.<br/><br/>Chief among the concerns that rendered the Straw Hat Pirates' usual adventurous antics far less thrilling than previous reads was the inescapable worry he had regarding both an all too familiar danger he'd just placed Mallory in by having her escort Kyless, as well as the obvious discomfort and potential injury he'd inflicted on the trickster herself. There was little doubt in his mind that these were necessary decisions, but necessity did little to return to return the air of leisure to the late summer morning.  That being said, the audibly crispy texture of the croquette's surface combined with the nostalgic savory flavor of its crab filled insides coming to meet his first bite were certainly a large step towards putting less desirable thoughts aside.<br/><br/>With a final bite of fried crab delight, Toshiro sighed the content as he leaned his tall lanky form back heavily in his chair, its two front legs lifting off the ground as it tilted back far enough for the ever dignified researcher to anchor his reclined position by propping his feet against the metal cross pieces connecting the table legs. Having sated the hunger that Kyless' earlier abduction of Marceline had prevented him from treating, Toshiro couldn't help but feel much more at ease beneath the umbrella that shaded him from the near noon sun. Mallory was more than capable of handling things on her own, and if that wasn't enough, she'd be surrounded with some of the most promising agents SOPHE could muster.<br/><br/>Reassured that there was little to worry about, at least in the moment, Toshiro took another long sip of his ice coffee, and begun to swirl a large piece of ice around his mouth as he switched from reading about magically enhanced pirates to the education of spirited young superheroes as he waited for the remainder of the group to show up.<br/><br/>