Suito pushed past the spectators, a scowl across his face. He'd never been particularly good at concealing his emotions and today was [i]certainly[/i] no exception. 5 minute. [i]Five goddamn minutes![/i] That was how late he'd arrived to the sign-up table. No matter what he sailor did, the sign-ups had closed and the selection process was underway, meaning Suito [i]wasn't[/i] going to be participating in this World Tournament. His [i]first[/i] tournament and he was out because he was late!
An involuntary growl escaped his lips causing spectators to dart out of his way. He exuded the aura of a man who was having a bad day to say the least. In his right hand, Suito carried a large paper bag with various foods poking from the top. Corn dogs, sushi, steaks and burgers and even a whole roast chicken were all piled in the bag. He was in a bad mood, and that was as good a reason as any to eat. In his left hand he carried a small cooler, inside were several kinds of sodas. Sugar and meat. If his mood was ever going to improve, those were the things that would help the most. Sure, there had been plenty of meat in the wilds when he'd been training, but these meats were [i]seasoned[/i]. They had sauces, were battered or had mushrooms, garlic and onions mixed into the beef patty. These were the treats he'd missed during his year in the wild.

Stalking up the steps to a vacant seat at the edge of the stadium, Suito sat down with a grunt, placing the bag and the cooler at his feet and reaching in for a corn dog. On his right a young boy and who Suito assumed was his sister stared at him, intimidated. Reaching into the cooler, Suito pulled out a bottle of soda and handed it to the two with an exacerbated grin. The boy took the soda timidly, the young girl thanking him as they both opened the bottle and shared the drink. Suito may have been having a bad day, but there was no need to be a jerk about it and ruin the tournament for everyone else. As long as they didn't ask for any of his meat. Suito didn't share food.