A very hungry Takahashi Sousuke went down to the lunch room with a bowl of instant noodles in hand. In his mind there was an irony. It was 7:35am, and he was in the lunch room breaking his fast. The Steward made his way down the stairs silently without trying to disturb any others as it had been known for the Kazekage tower to have people live in it, other than himself. He made it past reception, who had passed out on the desk as the receptionist had been working the early shift of 4:45 to 11:45. He passed by his message slot and nodded his head. No messages. He was about to pass by when the concept of voice messages hit him. He walked back and looked at the answering machine. No messages. He didn't mind tending to the messages, what mildly annoyed him was not receiving them.
Sousuke made his way to the kitchen and took out a pot. He then went to the sink and turned on the tap. Cold water splashed down into the bowl. From there Sousuke went to the oven. He placed the pot on the stove top and turned on the heat. Within moments the element turned red and the Kazekage watched as the water came to a boil. He was about to pour the concepts of his noodle bowl into the pot when the pot suddenly exploded. The Steward managed to dodge the water, but looked at the stove to realize his plans to break his fast had been delayed. The pot of course looked like someone had nuked it with a high level devastation jutsu. Sousuke this time when to go get a kettle. Again he filled it with water and placed it on the stove top. He turned it on and once again the element turned red. Sousuke's mind wandered to the land of imaginary numbers as he awaited the water to boil. The kettle began to whistle and Sousuke took said kettle with extra caution and proceeded to pour the water into the plastic noodle bowl. This time the water was far too hot and melted the ramen bowl. Sousuke got on his knees and stared long and hard at the remains of his breakfast which was a smoldering mess of plastic and noodles. For a moment the Steward's eyes glassed over as he was upset, but no true emotion truly came to fruition upon his neutral face.
With the option of noodles gone, Sousuke decided to go to reception to borrow the telephone. He was now going to order food to break his fast. He picked up the spare and returned to the kitchen to plug it in. When he did so the phone short circuited and exploded. Sousuke face palmed, and looked at the remains of the model. He judged it to be defective, and that it would most certainly be returned to the manufacturer with a very long letter that was a complaint.
Sousuke walked over to one of the lunch tables, and proceeded to hit his head upon the desk in mild frustration. The only option left was to go to the Toraono dojo and see if they had any leftovers from the feast from the other night. That was problematic too as it would take considerable amounts of time to take the elevator to the surface and brave the storms out there. There was also the hidden passageway but that too would take a considerable amount of time. Sousuke folded his arms and placed them on the table and proceeded to rest his head in his arms.
Sousuke made his way to the kitchen and took out a pot. He then went to the sink and turned on the tap. Cold water splashed down into the bowl. From there Sousuke went to the oven. He placed the pot on the stove top and turned on the heat. Within moments the element turned red and the Kazekage watched as the water came to a boil. He was about to pour the concepts of his noodle bowl into the pot when the pot suddenly exploded. The Steward managed to dodge the water, but looked at the stove to realize his plans to break his fast had been delayed. The pot of course looked like someone had nuked it with a high level devastation jutsu. Sousuke this time when to go get a kettle. Again he filled it with water and placed it on the stove top. He turned it on and once again the element turned red. Sousuke's mind wandered to the land of imaginary numbers as he awaited the water to boil. The kettle began to whistle and Sousuke took said kettle with extra caution and proceeded to pour the water into the plastic noodle bowl. This time the water was far too hot and melted the ramen bowl. Sousuke got on his knees and stared long and hard at the remains of his breakfast which was a smoldering mess of plastic and noodles. For a moment the Steward's eyes glassed over as he was upset, but no true emotion truly came to fruition upon his neutral face.
With the option of noodles gone, Sousuke decided to go to reception to borrow the telephone. He was now going to order food to break his fast. He picked up the spare and returned to the kitchen to plug it in. When he did so the phone short circuited and exploded. Sousuke face palmed, and looked at the remains of the model. He judged it to be defective, and that it would most certainly be returned to the manufacturer with a very long letter that was a complaint.
Sousuke walked over to one of the lunch tables, and proceeded to hit his head upon the desk in mild frustration. The only option left was to go to the Toraono dojo and see if they had any leftovers from the feast from the other night. That was problematic too as it would take considerable amounts of time to take the elevator to the surface and brave the storms out there. There was also the hidden passageway but that too would take a considerable amount of time. Sousuke folded his arms and placed them on the table and proceeded to rest his head in his arms.