1 Street Rat [Kumo-C] Mon Aug 12, 2013 11:55 am
Kenji Chikara
D-rank
Kenji was at one of his favorite cafés. He was enjoying the company of one of the waitresses who was about to go on duty over coffee. “Yeah, I have to be in the back in 10 minutes.” “You think I can work here part time…” She began to smile as she knew where he was getting at; she looked away, “Why?” Kenji leaned over, “To spend more time with you, obviously.” Kenji, had a significant other, but at the time it was a long distance relationship and he never found any harm in flirting. The waitress turned back to Kenji and batted her eyes. Kenji was shocked; he had never seen anyone bat their eyes before. It was… nice. She got up and whispered into Kenji’s ear; he was so happy at what she said he almost blushed. “She’s a dangerous one.” Kenji thought.
The blue haired shinobi had a blue berry muffin and a cappuccino sent over to him. He sipped the steaming cup of coffee that overflowed with marshmallows. The marshmallows after a while dissolved and made a homogeneous mixture with the beverage, increasing its sweetness tenfold. The moist muffin seemed to melt in his mouth as the blue berries blasted his taste buds with flavor. Kenji savored the breakfast, eating slowly while he read the paper and enjoyed the scenery. Kenji didn’t have his katana with him, but he did have a few (3) kunai. He was dressed casually; he began to sense an eerie feeling. He shook it off. Being a shinobi, constantly facing danger could make you semi-paranoid. Kenji’s predominantly care free personality prevented him from succumbing to it. Kenji’s hand with his glove of reflection was on the paper as he enjoyed his muffin. Kenji eyes caught an image in the reflection of the glove…
309/1000
The blue haired shinobi had a blue berry muffin and a cappuccino sent over to him. He sipped the steaming cup of coffee that overflowed with marshmallows. The marshmallows after a while dissolved and made a homogeneous mixture with the beverage, increasing its sweetness tenfold. The moist muffin seemed to melt in his mouth as the blue berries blasted his taste buds with flavor. Kenji savored the breakfast, eating slowly while he read the paper and enjoyed the scenery. Kenji didn’t have his katana with him, but he did have a few (3) kunai. He was dressed casually; he began to sense an eerie feeling. He shook it off. Being a shinobi, constantly facing danger could make you semi-paranoid. Kenji’s predominantly care free personality prevented him from succumbing to it. Kenji’s hand with his glove of reflection was on the paper as he enjoyed his muffin. Kenji eyes caught an image in the reflection of the glove…
309/1000
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