Manzo was sitting in the waiting area. He still couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, so he figured he might as well check himself in. Hopefully the medics could find what was broken with him.
As he sat in the chair he reached into his cloak and pulled out a piece of beef jerky and started to eat it. He wasn’t being very sneaky about it but he wasn’t also wasn’t obvious. The amount of weight he had gained in a short time just seemed to add to his worsening mood. Ever since his last mission he had been in a funk and been unable to pull himself out of it. He normally considered himself a pretty happy person, but these days the only happiness he found was at the bottom of a bowl of ramen. He knew it wasn’t good for him, his figure showed that, but he still couldn’t help himself.
He had always been able to eat as much as he wanted and his metabolism kept him thin but ever since that fight it was like his metabolism was tired of working and took a vacation.
As he sat in the chair he reached into his cloak and pulled out a piece of beef jerky and started to eat it. He wasn’t being very sneaky about it but he wasn’t also wasn’t obvious. The amount of weight he had gained in a short time just seemed to add to his worsening mood. Ever since his last mission he had been in a funk and been unable to pull himself out of it. He normally considered himself a pretty happy person, but these days the only happiness he found was at the bottom of a bowl of ramen. He knew it wasn’t good for him, his figure showed that, but he still couldn’t help himself.
He had always been able to eat as much as he wanted and his metabolism kept him thin but ever since that fight it was like his metabolism was tired of working and took a vacation.