09-28-2017, 04:49 PM
Name: Katsuro (Katsu for short)
Appearance: Has dark curly hair that he keeps in a shaggy cut that frames his face. He's thin but not too tall, sits around 5'9". He has dark eyes that he tries to keep his hair from covering up while he's at work. He wears big black glasses, but sometimes forgets to wear them when he's at home. He loves to wear big, comfy sweaters so he's almost always in one, even at work.
Katsu never really thought that he'd end up working his days away in a small coffee house near his university, or what was. He couldn't afford to go classes anymore, so instead he just served the people he used to call classmates. Not that he really minded, he liked the small, uniqueness it brought. It wasn't like a large starbucks, everything was made from scratch with a little love in it. It sounded cheesy but it was what brought him to the coffee house in general.
Plus, there were plenty of opportunities to see all of the cute boys university had to offer. There was occasional flirting, on both ends. He was more petite, hands slender hands and slightly wider hips for most men his age. He figured he gave just enough feminine appeal that most thought it okay to flirt with him. Good thing he appreciated it.
Today was no different. He had his hair half pulled up, his big glasses sliding down his nose as he stood at the cash register, "Hi there, what can I get ya today?"
Appearance: Has dark curly hair that he keeps in a shaggy cut that frames his face. He's thin but not too tall, sits around 5'9". He has dark eyes that he tries to keep his hair from covering up while he's at work. He wears big black glasses, but sometimes forgets to wear them when he's at home. He loves to wear big, comfy sweaters so he's almost always in one, even at work.
Katsu never really thought that he'd end up working his days away in a small coffee house near his university, or what was. He couldn't afford to go classes anymore, so instead he just served the people he used to call classmates. Not that he really minded, he liked the small, uniqueness it brought. It wasn't like a large starbucks, everything was made from scratch with a little love in it. It sounded cheesy but it was what brought him to the coffee house in general.
Plus, there were plenty of opportunities to see all of the cute boys university had to offer. There was occasional flirting, on both ends. He was more petite, hands slender hands and slightly wider hips for most men his age. He figured he gave just enough feminine appeal that most thought it okay to flirt with him. Good thing he appreciated it.
Today was no different. He had his hair half pulled up, his big glasses sliding down his nose as he stood at the cash register, "Hi there, what can I get ya today?"
