1 What Do You Mean This is My Grand Reveal!? I Just Wanted Some F***king Ramen! [Open] Fri Apr 15, 2016 11:31 pm
Kenta Inuzuka
D-rank
Oh man. Oooh man. Ramen. Good ramen. This was going to be amaaaazing!~ He just wanted to enjoy some good ramen again. That's all. Nothing special, nothing major. Just ramen. Simple, easy, everyday, ramen. That's it. No grand entrance, no big flashy whatever. Just lunch. A quiet, tasty, lunch. Yep. That's all he wanted. He'd even managed to bribe Yuki and Aki into letting him off the couch for it; a promise of steak and lots of brushing later was just enough bribe to buy some freedom. Barely. The canines had been hellbent on keeping him within view at all times; they didn't want to let him vanish long enough to scare the kids int thinking he'd left them again. A fair reason, yes; but it made it difficult to enjoy what time he had to himself; with Amaya at work, Naota off being ANBU, Michi in class, and all the kids in class... well, he was bored. And hungry. He was eating his family out of house and home at the moment, he'd been in the woods so long he'd even managed to loose a little weight, and that was dangerous; so Amaya had him on a strict 'EAT EVERYTHING' diet. Yay.
He was abusing that a bit; indulging like a Akimichi in all of his favorite food stuffs, as well as all those things he'd normally never let himself have. Lots and lots of fatty meats and breads and pastries and so very much ramen. So much ramen. Fresh ramen of course; he was a decent enough cook and Amaya wouldn't let him touch the cheap stuff (Michi just gave him the 'Try me. 8|' face when he ever considered it), so now that head eaten the entire contents of all three houses (and sent off to have it all replaced, yay for rich families), he was off to get lunch. Or supper. What time was it? The sun was up, that was about all he noticed. Sun was up, people were around. Could be anything from mid-morning to late afternoon, he really didn't care.
Keeping himself hidden was easy enough now that he was home; he had access to things he hadn't before; namely cosmetics and contacts. Nothing fancy; Amaya had come home the other day with special contacts that turned his golden eyes emerald and a special paste that gave his skin a bit more of a tanned appearence while covering the brilliant red of his fang marking. A good washing of his hair left it lighter, and a bit of gunk that forced it into submission had it slicked down and back in a way that changed his appearence enough to not be recognizable by anyone that wasn't very close to him; so basically anyone outside of his family. Simple.
Making his way across the village was easy enough, without two massive dogs marking him as Inuzuka and taking up space, he just blended into the crowd; even more so with him wearing civilian clothes, namely a simple black tee shirt with the Konoha leaf on the chest, basic khaki cargo shorts that hung just below the knee which was held up by a cloth-tie belt at the waist, and pretty normal looking strap sandals, akin to what one wore at the beach. Casual in the extreme, enough so that he literally melted into the background of the village. Excellent.
Finding the ramen shop was easy as well, even after tenish years the village was much the same, the streets rarely changed and the positionings of major tourist spots even less so. Finding this place, simple. Ichiraku's, the most famous ramen in the world by this point. The little shop that was always busy but always had a place or two empty at the bar; it was like some weird magic that kept at least one more spot for someone to come sit, even when the place was stuff full of people and there was a line nine deep at the counter, you always had a place to sit. It was awesome. Thankfully, it wasn't that busy at the moment, there were several spots open and the ramen guy behind the counter wasn't rushing like a chicken with it's head cut off. An order was quickly placed (Double Mahi Mahi Soba with extra spring onion and heavy on the chili pepper!), and a drink was had (just tea for now, thanks~), and he settled in to wait for the order, and maybe even chitter with the patrons, as would happen so often in a place this informal and awesome.
WC: 785
He was abusing that a bit; indulging like a Akimichi in all of his favorite food stuffs, as well as all those things he'd normally never let himself have. Lots and lots of fatty meats and breads and pastries and so very much ramen. So much ramen. Fresh ramen of course; he was a decent enough cook and Amaya wouldn't let him touch the cheap stuff (Michi just gave him the 'Try me. 8|' face when he ever considered it), so now that head eaten the entire contents of all three houses (and sent off to have it all replaced, yay for rich families), he was off to get lunch. Or supper. What time was it? The sun was up, that was about all he noticed. Sun was up, people were around. Could be anything from mid-morning to late afternoon, he really didn't care.
Keeping himself hidden was easy enough now that he was home; he had access to things he hadn't before; namely cosmetics and contacts. Nothing fancy; Amaya had come home the other day with special contacts that turned his golden eyes emerald and a special paste that gave his skin a bit more of a tanned appearence while covering the brilliant red of his fang marking. A good washing of his hair left it lighter, and a bit of gunk that forced it into submission had it slicked down and back in a way that changed his appearence enough to not be recognizable by anyone that wasn't very close to him; so basically anyone outside of his family. Simple.
Making his way across the village was easy enough, without two massive dogs marking him as Inuzuka and taking up space, he just blended into the crowd; even more so with him wearing civilian clothes, namely a simple black tee shirt with the Konoha leaf on the chest, basic khaki cargo shorts that hung just below the knee which was held up by a cloth-tie belt at the waist, and pretty normal looking strap sandals, akin to what one wore at the beach. Casual in the extreme, enough so that he literally melted into the background of the village. Excellent.
Finding the ramen shop was easy as well, even after tenish years the village was much the same, the streets rarely changed and the positionings of major tourist spots even less so. Finding this place, simple. Ichiraku's, the most famous ramen in the world by this point. The little shop that was always busy but always had a place or two empty at the bar; it was like some weird magic that kept at least one more spot for someone to come sit, even when the place was stuff full of people and there was a line nine deep at the counter, you always had a place to sit. It was awesome. Thankfully, it wasn't that busy at the moment, there were several spots open and the ramen guy behind the counter wasn't rushing like a chicken with it's head cut off. An order was quickly placed (Double Mahi Mahi Soba with extra spring onion and heavy on the chili pepper!), and a drink was had (just tea for now, thanks~), and he settled in to wait for the order, and maybe even chitter with the patrons, as would happen so often in a place this informal and awesome.
WC: 785