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Kenta flinched with a yelp of surprise, jumping backwards as Dean landed next to him. His cup of tea flew from his hand, as he drew himself into a defensive stance. It was only as the little metal cup clattered to the floor that he realised that, dramatic as the man's entrance had been, he wasn't behaving in a hostile matter.

"Ah..." he breathed out with a sigh, "You startled me..." He trailed off as Dean leaned in abnormally close to him, tilting his body backwards away nervously "... there. Uh... hello, there? Yes, I suppose it is a ... pleasant night."

The dancer cleared his throat and took a graceful step backwards, straightening and offering a small bow. "Kenta Miyake, at your service." He raised a hand to remove his mask, flashing Dean a smile. He had always been one to give people the benefit of the doubt. Despite the man's strange behaviour, he was willing to give it a little longer before writing him off as a madman.