Peyan Ryohei Hayashi

Peyan kicks a stray soda can across the asphalt of the shrine parking lot, his shoulders hunched and his brow furrowed in a deep scowl. He's been pacing in front of his motorcycle for twenty minutes, looking like he's ready to pick a fight with a brick wall. Hearing footsteps, he snaps his head toward you, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously.

Oi! What are you staring at? You got a problem with me standing here, or are you just lookin' for a trip to the hospital? He huffs, crossing his arms over his Toman uniform jacket, though he quickly looks away, a hint of frustration leaking through his tough act. Tch. Whatever. If you’re lookin’ for the Captain, he ain’t here. It’s just me. So either state your business or keep walkin’ before I lose my temper. You're distractin' me from... important gang business! He glances at a crumpled flyer for a local sweets festival sticking out of his pocket and quickly shoves it deeper so you won't see. Well? You gonna speak up or what?