Riku sat at one of the seats of Ichiraku Ramen, clad in a newly purchased blue robe, with custom yellow wrist straps and insignia of a playing card, placed on the back. He enjoyed purchasing new clothes every week or two, if only for the distraction it can give … and because of the comfort that provide. New clothes can bring out something new in a person; confidence, drive and sometimes a touch of anxiety. Riku reflected that by the logic of new clothes is a new person, then he should have as many clothes as possible. It was a decent enough excuse to write off the yen he devotes to the cause from his academy stipend.
The yen they give the students at the academy wasn’t much to write home about, it provided enough for the basics to keep training, however between different cons that Riku attempts on the streets, the yen wasn’t his biggest concern. Riku’s current concern at this current time was on filling his stomach.
“One beef ramen.” Riku ordered, tossing the yen onto the counter.
As he waited, he began to play with one of his deck of cards, shuffling them between his hands. He’d agreed to meet Kiramaru here, a new friend and partner of his. He wasn’t entirely sure how you go from meeting someone in the woods to running from shinobi together, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like him. Kiramaru could however learn some lessons on arriving to a schedule.
“Where are you Kira …” Riku grumbled, tapping his finger on the counter.
The yen they give the students at the academy wasn’t much to write home about, it provided enough for the basics to keep training, however between different cons that Riku attempts on the streets, the yen wasn’t his biggest concern. Riku’s current concern at this current time was on filling his stomach.
“One beef ramen.” Riku ordered, tossing the yen onto the counter.
As he waited, he began to play with one of his deck of cards, shuffling them between his hands. He’d agreed to meet Kiramaru here, a new friend and partner of his. He wasn’t entirely sure how you go from meeting someone in the woods to running from shinobi together, but it didn’t mean he didn’t like him. Kiramaru could however learn some lessons on arriving to a schedule.
“Where are you Kira …” Riku grumbled, tapping his finger on the counter.