With the prior days being unfulfilling, Miraku decided he longed for the mouth-watering flavour of some proper food. Living on by himself, he was left to his own devices. Not having learned how to cook properly growing up; it had perpetually been left to his mother to prepare the meals for the family as Miraku regularly found himself either lending a hand on the farm or hurriedly scurrying into the forest to train to become a Shinobi. Regretting his decision of focusing solely on his dream, neglecting proper life training from his parents. Miraku quickly learned that life wasn't quite as manageable as just being a shinobi. His cooking started out bland and tasteless; sticking purely to food that was simple in nature to cook. Over time it had improved as he discovered ways to properly season and prepare his meals to a standard which he could stomach on a daily basis.
Due to the hunger which became apparent to Miraku much earlier in the evening, it dawned on him that he should take the opportunity to head out for the evening in order to visit a proper restaurant and obtain some food which could suitably satisfy the intense hunger in his belly. With this realization, he determined it was certainly the best choice of action and hastily cleaned up and readied himself for an evening out in town. He had donned his casual clothing, accompanied by his usual jacket to remain warm in the cooler night air. Walking the quick way to the restaurant in the Susukino District; Miraku wanted to arrive as quickly as possible in order obtain the food he so desired. Taking a seat at a lone table in the back, he awaited the arrival of a server to take his order. This certainly wasn't his first time here within the past few years, so he had already decided on the meal he was craving.
As he was approached by a young woman, she greeted him warmly, questioning if he had made a decision yet, to which Miraku smiled back and replied, "Certainly. I would like the chicken tender dinner with french fries and a plum sauce for my dip. And for a drink, I would prefer a nice glass of ice water." As he spoke, the woman listened intently, writing down the words which came from his mouth. With a nod of her head at each item he listed, he knew she was taking down the information properly. Upon completion, her head rose to look him in the eyes once more, a warm expression still upon her face as she asked if that was all before Miraku nodded to acknowledge he was finished. With a returned acknowledgment and the words 'coming up' she headed for the kitchen to relay his order and have his food prepared.
The plate along with the water was brought to him within only a small amount of time. With pleasantries and thank yous exchanged, Miraku dug in as she left him to eat. It was just as delicious as he imagined and remembered in his head. It was but 10 minutes later that he finished. A clear plate and an empty cup adorned his table. Stretching in his seat, he leaned back returning to normal moments later. Patting his belly as the server returned with the check in hand, Miraku reached into the pocket of his pant, producing his wallet as he opened it, removing a few bills which would cover the fees of the meal as well as a bit of a tip for the friendly service. With a swift goodbye, Miraku arose from his seat and headed for the front door.
Upon leaving the restaurant, Miraku made the decision to take a detour through the winding alleyways of the village to head home. It wasn't often that he found the opportunity to explore the less traveled avenues which filled the areas between the heavily trafficked roadways. The night had gotten quite late now, and although it was slightly sketchy to travel these dark alleys at such a time. Miraku wasn't worried in the slightest, knowing if it came to it, he would be able to handle himself. Taking it slow, he managed to enjoy the muted sound of the busy streets around, and the silence which filled the alleys once he had traveled further away from the busy districts. It took quite a while, but Miraku made it home in one piece, no trouble encountered along the way. Removing his jacket, he settled in at home for a relaxing night before he would catch some sleep.
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