Rendezvous [Hitora]
Oct 20, 2014 19:56:12 GMT -7
Post by Lady Jaz on Oct 20, 2014 19:56:12 GMT -7
..Enter..
So it was summer in Amegakure. The rain continued to fall, and the streets continued to look gloomy. But at least the sun was in the sky, muffled by the clouds as always. One may signify the day being a sunshower, but to me, it was still rain. I have been here for so long that the pitter patter of the rain hitting the roofs of buildings seemed non-existent to me now.
Standing in the centre of the street overlooking the tower among more buildings. The noises of the citizens, Shinobi and merchants drone out what thought I had in mind. The rain dampening my clothes to the point when it appeared as if I had just gone for a swim and had not bothered to dry myself off. Yoko’s midnight black fur clung to him, giving him the appearance of a drowned out rat, yet his powerfully muscled body showed more prominently.
“Shall we find some shelter, Yoko?” I say softly, just loud enough for my Timber Wolf to hear me. The canine stretched and yawned, muscles rippling against bone in the simple movement. That image always sent a wave of awareness through me. I am extremely proud of my companion, knowing that should anyone dare attempt to mess with us, Yoko’s stretching will scare them away. I smile at the thought and turn south to head down the street heading for a diner.
Not many industries that served food welcomed animals into their buildings, but this particular diner has never been bothered by Yoko’s company. In fact, they have often placed bowls on the floor while I ate at a table, for Yoko. A sharp bark erupts from Yoko’s jaws, his teeth slamming together at the sound of food. I laugh, knowing all too well that meal times were Yoko’s favourite times. He trots off ahead while I lazily walk along the street in pursuit.
The diner was one of the only places that was not mad of wood. The walls were a steel colour while the floors were a type of tiled marble. The chairs and tables were all wood however, but the shell of the diner was far from it. Yoko stands beside the doors as I approach and follows me in. But sits down at a table near a roaring fireplace to help dry himself off. Meanwhile, I approach the reception and order two steaks and a pint of sake.
“Two steaks?” The clerk asks me. I have not seen her before, but I nod, jamming my thumb back in the direction of Yoko who is now laying stretched out before the fireplace. “Were regulars.” I simply say. The young woman nods slowly and writes down the order before moving away to probably speak to the manager. I turn from the desk and takes the table Yoko had chosen, awaiting for our meals.