[center][h2]Mao[/h2][/center]
Mao peeled his gaze away from book just as all sorts of individuals began filtering in, making the already cramped store feel more like a sardine can.

“Just one more normal day for the Soulflame, huh?” he commented in an introspective or, perhaps, nonchalant tone.

He would have returned to his endeavor, unmoved by the commotion were it not for the gigantic rabbit brushing against his side.

“If it’s food for the mind that you seek, you have come to the right place,” Mao said, turning his listless gaze towards the living wall of flesh that startled Chen Lu. “It’s alright, no one would cause a commotion here,” he added, addressing his protege in their home language before turning his attention back to his previous task.

“November of 89, huh?” He thought out loud, flipping a page of his book seemingly minding his own business again. Only someone who knew Mao for long enough would be able to notice the minute signs indicating that he was anything but unaware of his surroundings and potentially ready to kill at the drop of a hat if need be.