(open)The worst Ramen in town.

*It is the 2nd Overpriced bowl of ramen which literally taste like soggy shit. Setsuna already learned from this,and brought his own spice, expecilly curry,because even if it says "carefull, spicy!", what yamaku really tries to say is "carefull,overpriced!". It is hot water with insta noodles.

However, Setsuna cant be arsed to go to the grocery because he wants to eat ramen,so he continues eating.

He sits alone on one table,waiting for something to happen.*

Wow the food here all looks amazing! Is that why it's overpriced? Whatever, I got to try it!

Hey look it's that kid from earlier.

I swear, the more I look at him the more it reminds me of that character who's Death's son from a show I grew up watching. What was it called again? Soul Eater? Oh well, that's irrelevant.

Nobody else is sitting by him. I wonder why that could be. He did after all seem pretty social last time him and I talked.

I should sit with him seeing as I myself can't find any other recognizable figures in the room.

"Hey there."

My tray clanks a little as I set it down across from him.

I wonder why he's not eating...

I take a bite of my food and quickly find out why.

I swallow and blink twice before coughing.

"God, what is this?"

It sure as hell is "Not" curry ramen.

*He gets his spices out of his bag and spices both of them*

I hope you do not mind,but atleast it is somewhat tasty now.


How may i help you?





(OOC: Soul eater was a somewhat accurate guess, but he is from katekyo hitman reborn,his name is hibari )

(Wasn't a guess. He just reminds me so much of Death The Kid with everything from the way he acts to his look and to the fact that he's the heir to something. Every time you speak as him I can't help but read it in his voice! XD)

I give it a taste.

"This...tastes way better."

I was never into adding many spices when I cook so this is quite a different taste for me. I like it.

I chuckle a little at a thought.

"Hmhm, do you always carry spices around with you?"

Maybe he planned to eat here, knew how it tasted, and prepared ahead. As a variable, there are limitless possibilities.

No,but i have learned from mistakes. And i can buy this overpriced food, there is not a single ramen / meet bowl bar in this town,so i guess i have to stick to what i have here.

it is a fair amount after all,it is just expensive. And noone takes my ramen.

Aha, so that was is.

And nobody takes his ramen...somehow I feel like he is dead serious about that. Noted.

"It helps if you cook. I've been running low on supplies lately so I came here. Turns out the food looks way better than it tastes so I'm definitely glad I sat here."

Sounds rather like you sat down here on some porpuse. I could figure it out, but i guess i really dont want to. besides, if you would want anything from me , you would have already asked,wouldn't you?

"I sat here because I know you and sitting with someone interesting is better than sitting alone."

"I don't ask much from people I haven't talked too much with."

I'd say it seems rather douchey but when other people do it to me I don't ever think anything of it. I don't know why I look down upon myself, that can't be healthy.

Guess my grandmother's Italian 'forget about it' attitude shows up in me more than I thought.

I continue to take in big and small amounts of food at a time.

I See. Okaay. I can live with that.

An awkward silence ensues between us while we eat and then it hits me.

Why is someone like him at Yamaku? He doesn't seem to have any disabilities on the surface and shows little strange behavior which is normal for a person. Could it be something that requires the need of the 24-hour nursing staff? That's part of the reason I came her anyway.

It's probably best not to ask so I wont. His mysterious reason for being here is noted.

He doesn't act different from someone normal at all and, ironically, that's what makes him so unusual. Truly very intriguing.

My thought bubble is interrupted by an empty spoon touching my mouth and it is then that I realize I ate way faster than him. It's a wonder how I am this skinny.

The conversation can go nowhere but towards what are probably private areas of life so I say my goodbyes with him,

"and thanks for the spice by the way,"

and I'm off.

Untill we meet again.

*It is such a normal toned, un pissed of , un extraordinary response that the air is truely staticly charged with a certain bit of "neutrality"*