“Yes. Yes, I will get you your own bowl of Ramen.” Hissori mumbled as he looked down at his sulking companion. Buru of course, was still dealing with his affects of his night out. He wolfdog had at least woken up, and was not moving albeit at a slow pace. His large head and muzzle was close to the ground, and his tail as well seemed to hang lifeless at his body. Even though his fur was the clean white it normally was, it seemed to lack the normal shine it had in the dull cloud covered sun that the duo had become accustomed to here in Iwagakure.
With the classes for the day ending, and the shinobi to be getting out, Hissori was doing what he promised. He was going to a Ramen shop dressed with a yellow shirt, and black jeans the man had just finished writing up his class reports for the day. Now he was going to get lunch, and hope that the students would come. He knew at least one would come, and that was the young boy whom had won the competition in today’s class. He wondered though if the young girl would come or even the boy who had shown up late to the class. Maybe even there friends would come? Who knew.
Coming to one of the nice Ramen shops the streets around the Academy had to offer, Hissori would request a large table for the group of people that would come. He was lead to the back of the restaurant where he was sat in a corner booth. It was a natural place for him to sit, and Buru woof hungrily.
“Oh and can I have one bowl of Pork Ramen for my Dog?” He asked as he tried to gently rub the head of the dog. At least Buru would get to eat as he waited for the people to show up.
With the classes for the day ending, and the shinobi to be getting out, Hissori was doing what he promised. He was going to a Ramen shop dressed with a yellow shirt, and black jeans the man had just finished writing up his class reports for the day. Now he was going to get lunch, and hope that the students would come. He knew at least one would come, and that was the young boy whom had won the competition in today’s class. He wondered though if the young girl would come or even the boy who had shown up late to the class. Maybe even there friends would come? Who knew.
Coming to one of the nice Ramen shops the streets around the Academy had to offer, Hissori would request a large table for the group of people that would come. He was lead to the back of the restaurant where he was sat in a corner booth. It was a natural place for him to sit, and Buru woof hungrily.
“Oh and can I have one bowl of Pork Ramen for my Dog?” He asked as he tried to gently rub the head of the dog. At least Buru would get to eat as he waited for the people to show up.
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