[ Tobacco, sake, coffee, ink and leather, along with some sort of aftershave-- those were the scent's she'd pick up from Dojima's hand. Not to mention the callouses on it-- someone who wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty.
A Japanese man wearing a western style set of armor wasn't exactly common, so it might be easy to assume he was an Aspect. Not to mention that overly ornate sword he had in his scabbard.]
I bet my nephew would take a shine to you real quick; he's good with cats. Too good, sometimes.
[ The car park still smelled like cat pee, even after he left Inaba...
Thinking for a moment, Dojima reached into his satchel, bringing up a piece or two of jerky and holding it out for the cat to try. ]
Continuing from the test drive!
A Japanese man wearing a western style set of armor wasn't exactly common, so it might be easy to assume he was an Aspect. Not to mention that overly ornate sword he had in his scabbard.]
I bet my nephew would take a shine to you real quick; he's good with cats. Too good, sometimes.
[ The car park still smelled like cat pee, even after he left Inaba...
Thinking for a moment, Dojima reached into his satchel, bringing up a piece or two of jerky and holding it out for the cat to try. ]
Here-- you hungry?