Post by Haruka Kunimitsu on Sept 17, 2007 9:51:02 GMT -5
(ooc: okay, remember, Mabuki is brown, Haruka is Green)
Mabuki walked around the corner to the ramen shop. Haruka hadn't gotten home to cook lunch for him yet that day. She was probably off goofing around with a battle or out with Kasuga and Santomoro. His stomach grumbled again as he took his usual seat at the counter. The owner greeted him and he nodded in response and ordered a bowl of Hakata ramen.
As he waited for his food to arrive he looked out into the street. Nothing in particular had caused him to, it seemed to be a habit when he came to Ichiraku's. There was a stillness about today. The street didn't have it's normal hussle and bussle. He rather wished it was like this all the time.
His food was set in front of him. He picked at it selectively and picked up a piece of pork.
Mabuki walked around the corner to the ramen shop. Haruka hadn't gotten home to cook lunch for him yet that day. She was probably off goofing around with a battle or out with Kasuga and Santomoro. His stomach grumbled again as he took his usual seat at the counter. The owner greeted him and he nodded in response and ordered a bowl of Hakata ramen.
As he waited for his food to arrive he looked out into the street. Nothing in particular had caused him to, it seemed to be a habit when he came to Ichiraku's. There was a stillness about today. The street didn't have it's normal hussle and bussle. He rather wished it was like this all the time.
His food was set in front of him. He picked at it selectively and picked up a piece of pork.
