[A young human man--at least he seems so at first sight--arrives at the cafe, bundled in a light winter jacket, hands tucked into his pockets. His red hair sweeps past the collar of his coat, falling practically to his waist in back, and curling just even with his shoulders in front. His eyes are a vivid green. It's a striking look for someone who otherwise appears to be solely of Japanese heritage. He offers a small smile of greeting to Zero.]
They seem to like you. [A minute nod of his head indicates the kittens behind the glass.]