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[Yakumo stands in front of the kiosk, slouching his usual slouch, hands shoved in his pockets. It's hard to tell if he's deep in thought or just completely spaced out. (Hint: Yakumo doesn't space out, but if you don't know him, you might think he's a stoner)
He's debating the merits of engaging in conversation with the Wardens; he has, in fact, been debating this for over a day now. It's frustrating because he has never felt this indecisive before; he has always known the next step to take, if not the next five steps. Life was a game of chess, and he a master player. Now he's been thrust into a new game where he doesn't know any of the rules.