[h1][color=DarkOrange]Tatsuya Kajiya-Terumi[/color][/h1]

Tatsuya was brought slightly out of his brooding state by the blue haired girl the Cat had put in charge of patrol and her . . . friend, he assumed, not sure what to make of the age gap between the two. [i]Well, if I end up getting a crap assignment or paired up with the Crown Prince of Douchebags, I'll have someone to blame[/i] He thought with a slight chuckle as they went off to eat something, if their conversation was anything to go by. The mention of lunch, however, had made Tatsuya acutely aware of how little he'd eatenmst the festival before things went to hell, his stomach growling like a caged beast.

He would take sometime to ask a few local shinobi were the good eateries were, cause while he knew of several fast food places in the area due to advertising, he liked to avoid that stuff whenever possible. His life expectancy was short enough already as a shinobi, no need to make it any shorter. Once he'd gotten the location of a good diner that was open 24/7, he began walking down the city streets for a little bit as he followed the directions that he'd been given, only to stop and turn around to face his stalker. He'd noticed her following him shortly after he left the area around the Meeting hall, though given the lack of effort, he didn't think she was trying hard to be stealthy.

"So, do I know you or something?" He asked genuinely, as he couldn't remember ever meeting her before. [i]Fucking hell, why do I feel like this is Bishamon's fault[/i]

[@Blue Demon]