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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:04 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:41 am
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Shigeru had made his way through the streets after leaving the Yukikage's office. He was slow in his walk as to not agitate his wound. The streets were quite populated. Villagers and kids his age walked about, some doing errands and others going to work. Shops were opening and villagers were entering to get fresh bread, ingredients for breakfast, oil for lamps to light the night. Shige kept his hands inside his coat pockets to keep them warm. He played with the scroll in his right pocket as he walked nearer to the restaurant. The Spot was five stories high and the second most grand building in Yukigakure. This was the restaurant where people went to celebrate and dine in luxury. Shigeru walked up the few steps at it's front and entered under the great door frame. Once Shige entered, there was a large desk, almost like the Yukikage's. The woman behind it, so elegantly dressed, asked how many were in his party. Shigeru only included himself and was quickly shown to a seat on the first floor since there weren't many customers that day. As Shigeru sat, he noticed Ayaki was there too. The way she was sitting, kept her from seeing him for her back was to him and Shige was across the room and behind a divider with a porthole. He looked at her for a few moments before being approached by the waiter. "I'll have the Spanish Mackerel Aji Sashimi, the freshwater Eeel Unagi Sushi, and the Dobin-Mushi soup." Shigeru said slowly, in order to let teh waiter write down the order. He then asked Shige for his drink. "Takara Plum Wine. Bottle please." Shige said, returning his gaze to Ayaki. The waiter left to get his order as Shigeru made sure Ayumi did not see him. She was different with the Kage. Shige said, remembering the curtsy that she had done for Crisis. Shige watched as she ate, enthusiastically and joyfully. The waiter returned quickly and placed a glass bottle of dark violet wine in front of Shige along with an ice-like wine glass that mirrorred the restaurant's decor. "Thank you." Shige said as he took the bottle and held it down to his lap, slowly opening it so that it would not pop so loud as to give away his position. Once the bottle was open, Shige placed the cork on the tble along with it's wrapping and poured a bit of the violet substance into the glass. This will do some good Shigeru though about his wound as he took hold of his glass with his entire right hand, his eyes not leaving Ayaki. [OOC Sorry. Went to have breakfast so I delayed.]
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 9:48 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:10 am
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Shigeru drank some of the wine as he watched Ayaki. The sweetness of the plums soothed him. He then saw that Ayaki dropped her head against the table. Just when he thought that she had fallen unconscious, she began to tap her head against the tabletop continuously. Is something upsetting her? Shigeru watched with an expression of concern, drinking once more from the glass. He saw a the waiter walk by him and called out to him, getting his attention. "You see that girl, there?" Shigeru said looking at Ayaki with narrow eyes. The waiter moved his head close to Shigeru's and looked in the same direction, trying to find who it was that he was talking about. "Oh, yes." The waiter nodded. "Take her a glass of this wine. When she asks of it's origin, tell her." Shigeru said still watching Ayaki for a moment more before looking to the waiter. "I will pay for it, of course." Shige said with a nod. The waiter smiled understandingly before disappearing to retrieve a glass. Not long after, Shigeru saw the waiter walking on the other side of the divider with a tray and a single glass of plum wine. Maybe that will give her mood a boost. SHigeru smiled, pouring another glass.
The waiter approached Ayaki with the tray and placed the glass of violet wine in front of Ayaki. [OOC
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:16 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 10:42 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:08 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 11:38 am
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Carrot grinned at him in response "I am quite responsible. I've never willing thrown myself into a one-sided fight or, despite what your original assumption may have been, never knowingly gotten drunk." she set her chopsticks down and knitted her fingers together "If you've ever been around the elderly, you'll know how stubborn they can be. My parent's where in their late 60's and early 70's when I was born. During a violent storm when I was 5, I got stuck outside till dawn. I had a fever." she grinned then adjusted her chopsticks again "My parents believed in using rice wine, sake, to lower a fever. Hence, I got quite drunk." she shook her head as a waiter offered her something to drink "I'm always thinking. Comparing scenarios, weighing pros and cons, deciding the best course of action and how it should be handled. I never make moves that won't benefit me." she tapped a finger on the table as she spoke, her tone serious suddenly "I'm what most people call a genius. My brain moves too fast for even me to comprehend sometimes. Its a pain in the butt and to gain control I'm often overly emotional. It creates the illusion of a childish, impulsive, rash little girl. But it also gives me time to process what my brain is telling me." she didn't even touch the comment about being different. Being different made life fun. How boring the world would be if everyone was exactly the same. "I doubt that I"ll ever be truly mature. Being mature would mean that I would need to understand everything I'm thinking at one time and I know it would drive me mad. I am responsible. But I will never be mature."
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Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 12:04 pm
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