[ k! ] y o s h i
mitsui
k! yoshi. [[ TH3 KiiNG 0F D0RKD0M ]]
Kyoshi saluted the guy who now stood by the sink. He gave him a once-over quickly, and mentally nodded his approval. The kid was rather good looking, with brilliant blue eyes. Kyoshi approved, really he did. A chunk of his own black hair decided to distract him by falling before his eyes. He casually brushed it aside. "My name's Kyoshi, but everyone calls me Kyo. I'm Ian's friend. You?" He reached over and slipped the guitar strap over his head and off, setting the guitar next to his old duffel bag. His hand went to his head to scratch it, and he felt that the parts of hair he'd tousled with mousse earlier that day were starting to lose their 'umph.' Kyoshi's black, straight hair was cut in an interesting cross between a half-shave and a mowhawk. Kyoshi always had strange hair. Once, he'd dyed it rainbow. Right now, he stuck with plain natural black. He liked it that way. For now, anyway.
I've become tired
Of Wasting my time
Thinkin' about choices
That I've made
Cause I can't move forward
While looking behind
The only thing I can do now is change the way
That I use to be