Genichiro hadn’t ever really been a fan of crowds. A few years ago he probably would have said it was all the noise that bothered him, but now, even as familiar as he’d become with listening to constant chatter Genichiro still felt uncomfortable. Perhaps it was time to just give in and admit he was a bit of an introvert. 
[color=2a302b]“Ne̴̯͋r̵͉̔d.”[/color]	[color=342b32]“Hav̸͙̏e yo̵͔͝u̴̺̾ trie̷͖̓d just̴͍̐ talki̸̹͊n̷̛̥g?”[/color]	[color=312f2a]“Oḧ̷̠́,̶̛̹ I k̶̜͒no̴͚̿w! Why dő̷̘ṇ̵̚’t you jus̵̻̈́t as̴̃ͅk̸̬͛ me ho̵̻̕w to extr̷͎̈́o̵͎͠vert̶͐ͅ?”[/color]
Of course, the chatter was particularly noisy right now, numerous excited streams of exposition and babble. Normally when they got this excited it meant Genichiro would be able to infer something out of the voices, but right now it seemed like the voices' interests were thoroughly divided making it hard to pick out any patterns.
[color=342f25]“S̷̢̿hi̴͈̚ny!̷͐ͅ Shin̴̙͋y̸͓̎! S̴̡̉hi̶͍͊ny!”[/color]	[color=342b32]“Are s̶̤͠w̷̖͋ŏ̷̡rds mea̸̘̓n̵͔͘t to ta̸͖͠l̸̍͜k?”[/color]	[color=342f25]“Whǎ̸̪t̵̡͠ doe̵̮͝s ̴̭͘k̷̩͠itsṳ̷͑n̸̪̽e tast̶͑͜e lį̴̉k̷̦͠e?”[/color]
Ignoring some of the more detestable comments being made in his head, Genichiro scanned the room for a clue as to where he was meant to go. He hated doing things like this, it always ended up feeling awkward, looking around like he hadn't the first clue as to what he was meant to be doing, which admittedly was pretty much exactly the case. Worse yet would be having to go up and ask someone for directions, which it was looking like he’d inevitably have to do. Logically speaking most people were probably as confused as he was before their first mission, so it wasn’t like anyone was going to judge him too harshly, not that that thought helped. 
[color=2a302b]“Acẗ̶͍́û̸͇ally, eve̵̲͆ry̷͙̆one ju̴̜͌st haṭ̴͂es yo̷̬̿u!”[/color]	[color=2c332e]“I’m g̴̪͝oing̵͚̾ to̵̼̽ pre̶̼͒t̸̪͛end not̶̬̂ to̷̦͝ kn̵̽ͅow yo̸͚̎u̷̩̔.”[/color]	[color=342f25]“Is tha̶͍̚t̴̼͆ man ̷̠̆a̴̘͘ dinő̵̹s̴̱͐aur?̸̯̈́”[/color]
With a sigh, Genichiro approached the woman, or rather the man according to the voices, that appeared to be offering people bentos. [color=a187be]“Um… you mentioned something about missions? You wouldn’t happen to know where I’m meant to go for those by any chance? Sorry, I’m kind of new here. To missions that is…”[/color] Genichiro glanced over at the bentos, trying to ignore several voices that were insisting that they were in fact poisoned or otherwise deadly weapons in disguise. [color=a187be]“Please shut up... oh. Er- apologies, I didn’t mean you…”[/color]
[color=2a302b]“Hah̶̠͝a̷̛͖hahǎ̸͚!̷̯͋”[/color]	[color=312f2a]“Wel̴̟̕l̵̝̎ thi̵̱͝s is̷̝͛ embar̷͎̚r̶̙̀assing.”[/color]	[color=2c332e]“I̴̝͘’̸͙̈́m teḻ̵̐l̶̼̑ing yo̶̝̍ü̸͙, t̶̜́haẗ̶̟́’s a bö̶͕́mb in disġ̷͔ų̷͒ise!̵̠̌”[/color]