Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-32843032-20170828214330/@comment-32843032-20170903021510

Sora followed her every where she went, only slowing when she began speaking about her grandparent and aunt running the shop. "I see...so you're not playing hookie, you're enjoying a day off. I'm almost flattered you're willing to spend it showing me around, and you're feeding me..." he said over the growl of his stomach, the smells in the air were a bit distracting.

"No not at all..." He'd answer as she asked to order for him, she knew this place better than he did anyhow. "So you say you're a medic, you must've seen some pretty intense stuff then..." Sora commented as they slid into the booth and their food arrived. Though he didnt want to make her remember something as traumatic as someone being close to death and her trying to prevent such a thing. "Well that's neither here nor there, Myoo Fuma is my adoptive father, he found me on a killing spree in the woods and brought me back here. He's given me food, a place to stay, clothing and I'm pretty sure at some point I'll have to call him father." Sora said as he took up his chopsticks and began to gobble down the noodles. "Waaaaahhh!!" he said out loud after a loud slurp. People in the ramen shop looked over at him and his wide eyes stayed on them as his lips tried to find his chopsticks for another helping. Whoops. Was he a shinobi? He looked at her now.

"No, I'm not, I'd like to become one but I've no idea how to even...you know...start." he said with a mouth full of noodles. "If I become one, do I get one of those nifty headbands? I'm pretty good at fighting, I could always use a bit more training as you can see from the canvas that is by body." he said with a grin. When she spoke about the library took a mental note, it had to be late afternoon now and they had plenty of time to spare so if she'd take him, he'd gladly take her up on the offer to walk...or run..or fly if they could do that here, to the library.

He was mid slurp when she remembered what she was going to ask, the first, he'd already answered, he as adequite, though he'd love to be stronger. The next, he pondered a bit as he slurped again, then swallowed. "Well...I've never thought about actually earning money," he pointed his chopsticks at her and lowered his voice, his crimson eyes found hers. "...I used to steal it before I was brought here...it's why I asked if you were rich. But the funny thing about being apart of a family is that you don't have to steal when they give you everything you need to live. What do you have in mind?"