A grey-haired figure sat on a park bench, hunched forward and seemingly playing with a small, handheld game system. For a while, he seemed focused on that, wind gently blowing his hair to the side as his fingers pressed on the buttons.

His body seemed slightly frail, lanky and tall, but not so much that it was unhealthy. Draped over his body was a blanket-like cover of sorts, which looked almost as heavy as he was. Underneath that, he seemed to wear rather normal clothing, if a bit....hermit-ish. Simple, of course, there was no need for the more elaborate things. Naoya had himself how he liked, or rather didn't care about, and that was what mattered, correct?

His bright-red eyes glanced up, looking at something far away, seemingly a thousand-miles so. "Did you need something?" A grin split across his face, of almost amusement.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment. Name's Naoya, tho'." He said, simply, eyes flashing back onto the handheld game that he had previously been so fixed on. "'f you see that kid 'n his friends around, be sure to tell 'em I said hi."

The wind gusted a bit harder, as thought trying to get his attention away from the game, thought it failed fairly well.

Someone who was was as good a game coder as himself was too set on his work to be distracted, weither it be by a storm of by a small wind gust. He'd worked too hard for that, anyway, as easy as the learning was. It was all a game, a big game that he would win.