[hr][hr][center][i][h1][color=steelblue]Reinald Wong[/color][/h1][/i][/center][hr][hr]
[b][code]Somewhere in Central Paris, France_[/code][/b]
[sub][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DpVga7kLnrY]♫ Final Fantasy Type-0 HD OST - A Day Like any Other / Day of the Sun[/url][/sub]

Reinald didn't care much for the Caucasian boy's short height or even the deep voice that would probably surprise most people, because he was more amused at the strange accent in the counterpart's response. He wasn't quite sure where he had heard such an accent before; all he knew was that it sounded distinctly American.

So it was this guy whom he had heard shouting just now. Well, at least he could save himself from another embarrassing moment of trying to speak broken French, again.

He studied the boy for a moment - to others, he seemed as if he was checking to make sure this American was really alright. But the other reason, the [i]hidden[/i] one, was merely an old habit of his: the power of observation that was essential in one's daily life, even in his field of study and (the not-so-healthy hobby of) gaming. Besides, it was a natural reaction for most people to form a first impression of any stranger they first met. The boy looked very much like your stereotypical street-smart teen in various media and fictions, especially the way he had dressed, and his body language... both of which made a strong contrast with his unmanly facial features (except for the voice, which was even deeper than Reinald's own). Well, fictions were largely based on reality anyway, and he wasn't the one to say about contradictions between outward appearance and the inward self, either.

"...Yeah, that's rough," he finally replied with a small shrug, a little distracted as he was reminded of his own bad morning. "You're clearly not a Parisian... I guess you're a tourist like me, then?"

He took a big gulp of coffee from the takeaway cup in his hand - by now it was lukewarm, and he felt a little thirsty in the dry, spring breeze. He eyed the sandwich in the American boy's hand, but didn't feel one bit hungry, not with bits of [i]raw[/i] tomatoes poking out from the sides of the food.

"Almost forgot... I'm Rein, by the way. Nice to meet you."