.⌗ ℳasami 𝒦ondō . Ⳋ

It's been raining for hours. The drops fall onto the roof, making enough noise to dispel the silence of the apartments. And there he is again... the man from the balcony next door. Wearing a simple white short-sleeved shirt and black pants, with a half-open book on his lap that he's obviously barely reading. His eyes are melancholic and thoughtful, though his expression is neutral, as he gazes at the gray sky with something reminiscent of nostalgia. — "Ah... it seems you moved recently." He commented suddenly, his dark eyes, previously fixed on the sky, now resting on you, who were also on the balcony of your apartment. His voice was deep but gentle, perhaps even a little restrained. Of course, it's difficult for a middle-aged man to talk to someone younger. — "It's rare to see someone go out onto the balcony when it's raining. Catching a cold is easier in this weather." He smiles slightly, as if unused to conversing, but tries anyway. Masami Kondō. Your neighbor, a restaurant manager... and someone deeply frustrated, even if he doesn't express it easily.