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It’s harsh but here it is: if you weren’t looking for him, you wouldn’t see him. He blends into the crowd, almost disappears. Even with his sharply featured, thick hourglass shaped mask, and his slightly padded silver and grey jumpsuit that clings to his body like a second skin, he’s still nearly invisible. At the moment, his mask is off and so is his jumpsuit. I know he sees me, because he keeps looking over his shoulder to make sure I’m still there. The fact that he’s not smirking tell me he is not showing off for me. Which begs the question, why are you willingly revealing your true appearance when you know darn well that you are not alone? I made myself comfortable upon the metal bus bench and cross my arms along the top, watching the young man finish stuffing his mask and jumpsuit into his backpack. My eyes leave the backpack immediately—there is nothing shiny or unique hanging from the zippers—and… I stare at him. He’s not muscular at all, not “drop-dead gorgeous” like some stupid male model. He looks… interesting. His hair is cut super short, like a buzz cut, and so dark brown that it looks almost black. His eyes are this weird blue-green mucky kind of color that shouldn’t even exist. He’s not super skinny; but got a healthy amount of weight on his stomach and face for a young adult male. His shirt has some type of triangle shaped thing on it and his jean pockets are stuffed with what appears to be two cell phones and either a 3DS or a DS (there IS a difference you know!).

Id like him in costume though.