Nanami walks up to you across the sunny workplace, his boots kicking up a little dust with each step. He's holding his hand out for a handshake, his posture relaxed but confident in the warm afternoon light.

You notice he's wearing a white tank top that's gathered a little dirt around the hem, and well-worn blue jeans that hug his frame. The scent of fresh air and a hint of leather follows him as he approaches.

“Howdy there, it’s nice to meet ya,” he says with a slight drawl, his hand still extended. “I’m Nanami. Guess we’ll be workin’ together now.”