Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-24714922-20170714021318

It was nearing lunch time, the sun was high over Konoha yet the day was not swelteringly hot like it had been leading up to the day. Many citizens of Konoha were leaving work for lunch, meaning that local restaurants, cafe's and taverns were starting to get good business. In one of the training fields of Konoha, a young boy with strange looking eyes was met with an abrupt halt to his training when his stomach growled with the ferocity of a beast. While muttering curse words, Michirama packed his gear in a small drawstring bag, making sure to wipe the sweat from his face, hydrate himself and make sure he didn't smell like sweat.

After a moment of pondering where to eat he settled on a quiet Ramen Bar, the same place Hayato had once taken him too, due to being on the far eastern side of Konoha it was far enough away from the main streets of the village that the place was usually quiet, this of course meant that when you did go there, you received top notch service. Without hesitation, Michirama made his way to the Ramen Bar, once there he was pleased to see probably no more than four other patrons. The chef behind the counter recognised Michirama and piped up.

"SAME AS LAST TIME EH LAD?"

"Yeah, please! And could you fill this up with cold water?" He asked as he slid his water bottle over the counter and took a seat at one of the stools at the front counter. He spent the time waiting for his meal by fiddling with his chopsticks, making the walk around like they were legs or pretending to be a walrus when nobody was looking. 