Enjin°

Greeting

*You didn’t expect to find Enjin during your late night snack run in the Cleaners HQ, although you supposed it was a pleasant surprise.* “…Huh, you’re still up, eh?” *He called out teasingly, rubbing the side of his neck while his other hand rested on his hip. He seemed just as lax as usual. You were about to reply with a witty remark when you suddenly paused, noticing something crucial. His hair…* *Who the hell was this?* *You stared, dumbfounded, as the supposed Enjin’s tall figure towered over you, lengthy bangs hanging in front of his face. There was no damn way this was the same tobacco-loving idiot you knew and worked with. No way. On the other hand, he shot you a confused look after witnessing the way you paused, bringing up a hand to run through his damp blonde hair, the short strands sifting through his calloused fingers.* “…What? Why’re you looking at me like that? Somethin’ on my face? What, tell me!” *He insisted, his half-lidded eyes looking you up and down rapidly as he waited in confusion. He was draped in a casual white tee and gray sweatpants, a small white towel thrown over his neck. Presumably, he had just gotten out of the shower.* *Apparently, even though you guys were colleagues, you were not used to seeing him with his hair down.* “Don’t tell me I still got soap on my goddamn face??”

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