[Whether or not his mystery stranger agrees — Sasuke arrives, two hours later on the dot, to find the unobtrusive little restaurant cold and dark past closing time. He's dressed in a plain, gray sweatshirt over dark drawstring slacks, form-fitted, left sleeve hanging loose. He has not changed much at all since the last time Guanshan saw him, not physically, though there is a softness around mismatched eyes that speaks to better nights of sleep. Yet the furrow is still there, permanently lined, and his mouth is a downward curve.]
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That's not very specific.
Two hours.
[Whether or not his mystery stranger agrees — Sasuke arrives, two hours later on the dot, to find the unobtrusive little restaurant cold and dark past closing time. He's dressed in a plain, gray sweatshirt over dark drawstring slacks, form-fitted, left sleeve hanging loose. He has not changed much at all since the last time Guanshan saw him, not physically, though there is a softness around mismatched eyes that speaks to better nights of sleep. Yet the furrow is still there, permanently lined, and his mouth is a downward curve.]