It was cloudy day and deductively foggy. The whispers of the wind curled its hand across the windows as little drops of water slid down and rest on the wooden mantel. The rest of the patrons were busying burring themselves in warm beverages socializing on the activities of the day. Shin was sitting in a booth with his mouth preoccupied by a hot cup of tea. He was wearing a white wool coat with the collar elevated covering most of his face. His hands were covered by quality white leather gloves with streaks of gray to signified the proud colors of Kumogakure. If it was not for those distinguishable glasses, Shin was hardly recognizable. Across of him was a brooding young man with a bored look on his face. He simply stared at the plate of sizzling beef. Shin glanced at the window near the entrance. The contentiously ANBU guard were still there waiting for something to happen.
"You have remained quite, Joukuu. What is on your mind." Shin said as he placed the warm tea cup on the wooden table.
[Terrible Intro :/]
"You have remained quite, Joukuu. What is on your mind." Shin said as he placed the warm tea cup on the wooden table.
[Terrible Intro :/]