[And for no real reason, there is Kimblee, leaning against one of the nearby trees; his stance is casual, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded across his chest. He's looks enough like the one you know: the immaculate white suit, the fedora, that odd look glittering in his blue eyes -
...I enjoy how I have just enough journals for this man to fuck with everyone.
[And for no real reason, there is Kimblee, leaning against one of the nearby trees; his stance is casual, legs crossed at the ankle, arms folded across his chest. He's looks enough like the one you know: the immaculate white suit, the fedora, that odd look glittering in his blue eyes -
...wait.]