[Sylvain has felt the presence of someone else before, but never quite like this, and especially not with a stranger. Something in his soul or his mind or something is tapping him on the proverbial shoulder as he looks up from his book and smiles.
One quick look will tell Sylvain that he does not, in fact, actually know this guy, but the feeling won't shake anyway.]
Yep, that's right. Kind of easy to tell around here, right? Not too crowded. I'm Sylvain.
[He closes the book he was reading on the pointer finger of his left hand, so he can stand up and offer his right. It's heavily calloused, and stained dark from dirt and leather toner around the fingernails.]
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One quick look will tell Sylvain that he does not, in fact, actually know this guy, but the feeling won't shake anyway.]
Yep, that's right. Kind of easy to tell around here, right? Not too crowded. I'm Sylvain.
[He closes the book he was reading on the pointer finger of his left hand, so he can stand up and offer his right. It's heavily calloused, and stained dark from dirt and leather toner around the fingernails.]