Ao had finally made it into Konohagakure. It had been almost a month since he had last been in the Land of Fire, but that trip had been cut short. Now he was finally here. Before he would find an inn to inhabit for the duration of his stay here in Konoha, there was one thing Ao needed to do. Something that he had dreamed about ever since he had first heard of it as a boy. Ao had to visit the “World Famous” Ramen Ichiraku ramen shop.
Ao enlisted the help of several Konoha locals to find the ramen shop. By the time Ao made it to the restaurant it was already getting dark. Common sense dictated that the ramen shop would be open for a few more hours at least. As Ao sat down he looked around him. The store was not crowded by any means, but it certainly wasn’t bust either. Ao took a seat and began looking over the menu.
‘I will say, that despite humanities many flaws, their ability to make delightfully tasty dishes is not one of them’ Azathoth whispered gleefully into Ao’s mind.
Ao had never found out if Az needed nourishment like Ao did. Or if Az felt the pain, pleasure, or anxiety that Ao felt. But the way Az talked about nouns seemed to imply that somehow, some way, he had experienced these thing before.
Ao turned and caught the chef’s attention, when the man came to inquire about Ao’s choice he became taken aback by the size of Ao’s order. Truthfully Ao wasn’t starving, but it had been several weeks since he had eaten something that wasn’t cooked by himself around a campfire.
Ao enlisted the help of several Konoha locals to find the ramen shop. By the time Ao made it to the restaurant it was already getting dark. Common sense dictated that the ramen shop would be open for a few more hours at least. As Ao sat down he looked around him. The store was not crowded by any means, but it certainly wasn’t bust either. Ao took a seat and began looking over the menu.
‘I will say, that despite humanities many flaws, their ability to make delightfully tasty dishes is not one of them’ Azathoth whispered gleefully into Ao’s mind.
Ao had never found out if Az needed nourishment like Ao did. Or if Az felt the pain, pleasure, or anxiety that Ao felt. But the way Az talked about nouns seemed to imply that somehow, some way, he had experienced these thing before.
Ao turned and caught the chef’s attention, when the man came to inquire about Ao’s choice he became taken aback by the size of Ao’s order. Truthfully Ao wasn’t starving, but it had been several weeks since he had eaten something that wasn’t cooked by himself around a campfire.