Later that day, of having to deal with Maru, of everyone there, and him making a fool of himself by not even paying attention, he needed some time to just sit back and think.
He was at a bar, very few bars around here. He ordered a drink and looked around, not really looking for anything, but just thinking. He was old, not like wrinkly and whatnot, but 21. He thinks it's his birthday. Sometime this week or so. Problem is, is that he doesn't even know. His parents died shortly after his birth. Nobody really knows more about him than he does himself to really tell him anything he doesn't know.
Ziren mainly has just made a day his birthday when he finally came to Konoha so many years ago. His order came, which was only just a drink of something that was like this bar is famous for. He couldn't care less for the name of it though. He just needed time to himself.
Today, he wore a plain red shirt, along with black jeans, his metal arm, left arm, shone in the dim light that was in the bar. His eyes, swirling with blood looked around, this way and that to see if anyone was looking at him. It was a force of habit he has. Something that has kept him alive for so long.
He was at a bar, very few bars around here. He ordered a drink and looked around, not really looking for anything, but just thinking. He was old, not like wrinkly and whatnot, but 21. He thinks it's his birthday. Sometime this week or so. Problem is, is that he doesn't even know. His parents died shortly after his birth. Nobody really knows more about him than he does himself to really tell him anything he doesn't know.
Ziren mainly has just made a day his birthday when he finally came to Konoha so many years ago. His order came, which was only just a drink of something that was like this bar is famous for. He couldn't care less for the name of it though. He just needed time to himself.
Today, he wore a plain red shirt, along with black jeans, his metal arm, left arm, shone in the dim light that was in the bar. His eyes, swirling with blood looked around, this way and that to see if anyone was looking at him. It was a force of habit he has. Something that has kept him alive for so long.