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[color=aba000][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kyoko's Ramen House
[color=aba000][b]Tag:[/b][/color] [@Eggs][@Temperance][@The Harbinger of Ferocity][hr][/center]

     [color=gray]The morning was busy, but most of the busy bodies had been rushing along the main sidewalks and moving in and out of the metro like a river. Once one turned down an alley, there was no one but the sound of the air breathing between the buildings and the steps of one’s boots as they passed down the asphalt path. The man was warm inside a black bubble jacket with white faux-fur lining the hood at his neck. A white skull cap grasped his head down to his brows and dark-blue jeans rode down long legs to a black pair of rubber-soled snow boots. The man’s hands were tucked into the warm confines of his pockets. An old woman who ran one of the small shops was sweeping dust out of her shop when she saw the stranger. She straightened and stared at him with a stern expression for she immediately recognized him to not be Japanese.

     The man leisurely approached the shop that read [i]Kyoko’s Ramen House[/i] and pushed through the front door. His heavy boots thudded upon the dark wood floor as he stopped on the welcome mat to observe the rather simple place. If he was greeted, he would greet back in Japanese: [color=aba000][i]Ohayou gozaimasu[/i][/color] (Translation: Good Morning) on a low and content voice. For being a foreigner, his Japanese was pretty good. Then again, greetings were one of the most common things to say in Japan.

     The gaijin walked over to sit on a stool before the wall that separated him from the kitchen. He unzipped his coat, sliding his arms from his thick, feather-stuffed sleeves, revealing the mineral-gray sweater he was wearing. The man reached up to remove his white skull cap next and stuffed it into one of his coat sleeves. Resting his forearms comfortably on the counter, brown eyes beneath half-lidded eyelids swept over the interior as he ordered: [color=aba000][i]Teriyaki to tori no ramen onegaishimasu. L-saizu dessssuuu~[/i][/color] (Translation: Chicken ramen with teriyaki please. Large size.)

     After he made his order, the man reached a hand into his jean pocket and removed a cell phone that he started poking at. If asked for his beverage, he would respond: [color=aba000][i]Sencha onegaishimasu.[/i][/color] (Translation: A very common type of green tea in Japan.) Holding up his phone, he held up his index and middle fingers in a cliché peace sign and flashed a cheesy grin before taking a few selfies.[/color]