Afternoons in Konoha were something to savor. Especially the peaceful ones that rolled around after the flow of busy weekdays. When the sun was fixed in a certain position over the skies, it seemed that everyone all of a sudden shifted heir moods and scattered. Some found themselves at home, some still at their workplaces or schools, and many venturing into the inner parts of the city. The lovers and couples usually flocking to the White Oak District. Buying flowers with their potential leftover yenand exchanging the gifts for love. Normal people, aka single people, found themselves in the Red Oak side. This part of the city was a little more commercial. Restaurants, shops, that kind of thing. Sadao, of the Uchiha clan, found himself here, as well. Fairly bored and looking for something to do. It was because of this apparent boredom that he was sitting outside of the Ichiraku ramen spot. A bowl of their renown noodles sitting in his hands. The youth slurping away at the delectable strings of food. Swallowing in between mouthfuls and issuing sighs of happiness after. Though, an indifferent look seemed to never leave his face. The bowl sat down in between his legs, he draped his arms over his bent knees.
"It sure is nice. Being out here." He thought to himself. His eyes moving around every few seconds, searching for something to fixate themselves upon. "Normally, I'm fine with being by myself. Not doing anything. But, I dunno. Today feels like I'm supposed to be doing something. Nothing extreme or anything, but something to fill up my time. Whatever. I'm probably just working myself up." The youth shrugged, picking the bowl back up into his hands and resuming what he had begun. His thoughts may have held some weight here. Perhaps fate had something in store for Sadao.
"It sure is nice. Being out here." He thought to himself. His eyes moving around every few seconds, searching for something to fixate themselves upon. "Normally, I'm fine with being by myself. Not doing anything. But, I dunno. Today feels like I'm supposed to be doing something. Nothing extreme or anything, but something to fill up my time. Whatever. I'm probably just working myself up." The youth shrugged, picking the bowl back up into his hands and resuming what he had begun. His thoughts may have held some weight here. Perhaps fate had something in store for Sadao.