Neko was told to take the week and heal, so that's what she was going to do or at least try to do. She was long overdue for a trip to the commercial district to get some new clothes and maybe a nice meal. Last time she was here, she had bumped into Roku and well it left her with a different feeling than she had thought it would, given that half of their chat she was actively shooing him away only for her to be wanting more of a chance to hear his voice. She shook her head as that thought crept in, 'Get it together, he's just a guy..' Her mind was all over the place, hoping to gain control of it she made her way into the shops.
She grabbed herself a new outfit, something far more casual than she had ever worn, as well as some swimwear and a few other bits and pieces to mix into her routine of the same thing everyday. She stopped at a sweatshirt that simply said "Cake" with a picture of a strawberry cake on it. It was marked well down as for some odd reason it was blue all over, so she grabbed it and was immediately putting it on over her outfit. 'Something new, like me, I'm new, this is new, this is good.." As she stepped out onto the street, her eyes looked up at the rooftops instinctively. She let out a sigh of annoyance as she shook her head once more and out loud this time saying to herself "Get a grip, he's gone you blew it shut up." Her voice was quiet, an attempt to avoid being the person talking to themselves in public.
She made her way over to the ramen stand that she had frequented many times in her early academy days. However as she got closer she'd see the new sign hung up on the stand that was now empty. "Closed permanently." Her heart sank seeing this, she had never eaten out at any other place, and now she had no option but to try and find something else. But not only was it the realization of the stand not being open, but the permanently worded on the sign. It was a gut punch to realize that her favorite place in this entire city was never going to be open again, she knew Mr. Tatsu was getting older, but she still hoped that he'd have a few more years at the stand left.
She made her way down the road looking in the many windows and shop entrances as she did, in search of something actually worth her time. She wasn't good at this, and given her current state of mind all she wanted to do was bury herself in work. She let out a groan and rolled her eyes, "Week.. A whole fucking week.. I can't do it." She began to leave the district when something caught her eye. A small shop nestled in between two large stores, the window was absolutely filled with nick nacks and keepsakes. But what caught her eyes was one thing in the window, a simple thing but something she had never had the luxury to enjoy as a child. She knelt down and looked through the window, getting a better vantage point of the item. A simple stuffed animal, one that was neither really well stuffed or well