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| Fine Dining; Satoshi and Atsushi eat some fine food | |
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| ZXAlpha | Jul 24 2017, 09:22 PM Post #1 |
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Welp, That was a fun day. Satoshi had just finished scoping out Nagashima, spending the day exploring some of the areas in town, mostly to familiarize himself with public transit and partially to look and see the different places in town he might apply for a job at. He decided to head home when the sun started to set however. While he didn't think the city could be as bad as the rumors believed, he figured it would be better not to do too much wandering at night anyway, just in case. Still, it wouldn't do to end the day without trying out one of Nagashima's ramen shops before heading home! Good thing I looked some up for the trip back. He eventually arrived at a street block, greeted by the glow and smell of quite a few different restaurants, food stalls, and carts, offering a variety of options for him. He got stuck though, not quite sure which one to try. Hmmm. They all look like decent choices, maybe I’ll ask one of the locals for a suggestion. Satoshi stopped and looked around, there were quite a few people about the place so he decided just to go for the first person that walked near him. “Excuse me,” he said, reaching out to tap the nearest passerby on the shoulder “sorry to bother you, but I’m new in town and was wondering if you could give me a good suggestion for a ramen place?” |
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| Zesseract | Jul 24 2017, 10:28 PM Post #2 |
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"Mmh?" he said in a half-dazed state, which was something of a departure from the usual reaction this would have prompted; however he'd just gotten out of pulling a double-shift at the call-center, and was not up to chewing out a stranger for being overly familiar with him. (Who even... -aggghhhpbbbbbpphhhhhlllll-), his thought line petered out in a long protracted garble of incomprehensible sounds, as the mere attempt at internal monologue seemed too much to handle for him. Then this person had the gall to pull him out of his meditative state, but as he lacked the energy to complain to himself, he was certainly lacking the drive to tell this person off. Finally managing something resembling locomotion, he slowly turned himself to face this person. Upon meeting the stranger eye to eye, no doubt attention would be drawn to his generally bedraggled look, the prominent bags under his eyes, and general awfulness projecting from him at the time... to which he'd reply: well, you try and look fresh after a 14 hour shift. Taking a couple of minutes to process the request, he looked back puzzled as he tried to make sense of the stranger's words. They came to him as a droning sound, drowned out by the hustle and bustle of salarymen en route to their homes. Come to think of it, there was little reason for his being here at the time... what was it he'd come here for originally? Then the stranger went and said it, and as though speaking a charm of invocation, had seemingly roused Atsushi out of his funk. "Ra...men?" he mouthed lazily, just barely managing to suppress a yawn that seemed long-coming. "Yeah, I guess that does make some sense..." he said half to himself, as the rest of his senses seemed to come into their own. "What, you want to buy ramen here?" his tone suddenly shifting to nearly chide the stranger; with so many trucks down Matechi, why would you go to Uptown? As the rest of his words played back in his mind, he took the stranger's request to be a reasonable one, and set about putting his thoughts in order. "Sorry about that, I'm a bit .... y'know what? lemme get you to that cart" he seemed to finally be awake, or some state resembling consciousness as he shambled awkwardly toward the vendors. "Maybe getting some food in me will sort me out..." As he approached the trucks, he seemed to veer off course, though his gait remained ever decided to hit up a place just outside of the ring of vendors. Edited by Zesseract, Jul 24 2017, 10:29 PM.
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| ZXAlpha | Jul 25 2017, 12:13 AM Post #3 |
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Satoshi noted the man’s looks, watching the gears slowly turn in the man's head. Man, this guy seems like he's had a long day, oops, oh well. He watched as the man came out of his stupor, seemingly stirred by the mention of ramen, only to be chastised for his choice of location. “Ya, I’m just just on my way home and figured it would be convenient.” He smiled, although it hard to see due to his naturally neutral expression, unfazed by the man’s tone, it was understandable given his state. The man seemed to fully snap himself awake, or at least, as much as he could, and apologized for his tone. “No worry’s, you seem to have had a long day.” He followed the man to wherever he was headed, noticing that he seemed to be going for one more out of the way, more than likely trying to avoid the crowd. Seems like I’ll be making an acquaintance too. Great! Satoshi thought, smiling to himself. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll follow your lead on the order as well. Oh and, before I forget, seeing as we’ll be eating together, my names Satoshi Kita, what's yours?” |
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| Zesseract | Jul 25 2017, 11:37 AM Post #4 |
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Atsushi came to a grinding halt in the middle of his trip, groggily eyeing the spread of food stalls as though suddenly confused by his heading; the blankness in his expression did him no favors, as he seemed to drunkenly stumble about in his stupor. Confused for a moment, he continued toward his original heading, away from the huddled up group of carts, making only basic reactions at the stranger's comments; he snorted out something resembling laughter at the comment about having a long day, and sort of dismissed it as his groggy expression melted into a half-grin. "You don't know the half of it." he said rather dismissively, his tone striking a midpoint between congenial and annoyed... but he didn't know this person well enough to blab on about his day. No, he wanted some ramen to eat, a perfectly understandable impulse at least to Atsushi, who survived on street food. The stranger then said he'd take after Atsushi's lead, not only in location but choice of food as well, this struck him as odd and potentially dangerous for the other guy. There was no guarantee that he'd pick anything that fit the stranger's palette, and could in fact choose something that didn't agree with the other person's stomach... thankfully, Atsushi's tastes fell fairly in what was reasonably expected, though he had a taste for spicy things -in general-; and he intended to bring the stranger to the best place he knew of to get some spicy ginger pork ramen. He finally stopped at a cart off the main group, manned by a matronly old lady, her placid expression looked over a variety of metal canisters containing different types of broth, the vapors wafting out were sure to attract passersby as the smell of various meat broths mixed in with the tantalizing aroma of ramen spices. Taking in the stranger's name, he turned to face him, nodding as he made a polite bow towards the recently nameless Satoshi; "Bit familiar, huh? I can kind of respect that..." he added, raising his gaze to meet with young man's; "Name's Atsushi, and THIS is the Ramen-baa..." he gestured politely toward the somewhat packed cart using the whole of his palm, "Aaaaand we'd best wait a bit for some seating to clear up.... unless you don't mind eating standing up?" He seemed to finally get into the groove of things, but then it was hard not to at the prospect of a possible meal. Edited by Zesseract, Jul 26 2017, 02:56 PM.
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| ZXAlpha | Jul 26 2017, 12:43 AM Post #5 |
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As they approached the cart the guy was aiming for, Satoshi took in the atmosphere: An old master, calmly creating her works of art for the hungry masses. The smell in the air was fantastic as well, this guy sure knew how to pick a cart, maybe he was a bit of a connoisseur. He chuckled at himself, what luck, to find someone who knew what they were talking about on the first go. “Oh, is that wired? Sorry about the familiarity, guess I’m just kinda excited from the move and all.” Thankfully the guy didn’t seem to mind. Ya maybe introducing yourself to a complete stranger out of nowhere was a little weird, now that he thought about it, must have been some of his old customer service habits kicking in. Their gazes met, and despite his tired look, Satoshi swore he saw a speck of passion in the newly named Atsushi eyes as he introduced the the ramen cart properly. Ya, he eats out a lot. As much as standing and eating a hot bowl of ramen was an interesting suggestion, Satoshi opted to wait for a couple seats to open up, which thankfully didn’t seem to take too long. He moved to the open seats “Hey, let me know if there’s anything you would like to drink while we’re here, Atsushi-san, I’ll treat as thanks for putting up with me.” Satoshi made sure to put on a smile to break through his own bland expression, I just can’t help it, at this rate, I’m gonna be treating him like a old friend by the end of the night. He thought, slightly berating himself. |
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| Zesseract | Jul 26 2017, 03:55 PM Post #6 |
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(I could use a beer...) he said to himself. upon being prompted by Satoshi's relatively innocent question; though that idea was quickly put out of his mind as he recalled his last night's experience, going into cold sweats and dry heaves just before a shift was NO way to start a work shift, let alone one like the kind he'd had. Somewhat begrudgingly he made a small dismissive gesture, waiving the stranger's offer, "Doing that to a newcomer just seems unfair, y'know?" it's not that he didn't want to take advantage of the stranger's offer, but that it seemed kind of abusive by his part... still he'd not let it be said, that he was some manner of saint : "Tell you what? I'll pocket it for if we run into each other in Downtown. " he flashed the man an impish grin, neatly off-setting his generally bedraggled look by a fraction of a second, as a more lively man emerged from the beaten shell of a cell center rep. His manner became noticeably more relaxed as he took his seat beside Satoshi, as though passing through some manner of treshold somehow left behind his work troubles at some invisible point of entry. The Ramen-baa's cart was bustling with activity, but the matronly woman still maintained a definite order midst the sounds of cooking, noisy slurping and table-side conversation. The two had essentially entered 'her house', or some manner of extension of it in the crowded streets of Nagashima... and in her house, you went by her rules. Atsushi himself gave his elder a polite bow, momentarily putting on a 'genki' face, as he enunciated in clear deference to the Ramen-Baa: "It's a good night I see, my friend here and I would like to try some of your spicy ginger pork ramen. " he said, giving an exaggerated bow soon after as to punctuate his next statement: "If you'd be so kind." The Ramen-baa had never cared for the act, but played along just the same, chastising Atsushi for his overly-formal tone; the two exchanged a brief back and forth, before getting down to brass tacks. She soon produced the expected meal, Atsushi followed by thanking her in the same exaggerated manner, before the Ramen-baa brushed off his attempt at formality. "You've never had spicy ginger pork ramen until you've been to the Ramen-baa." he told his companion, his own excitement readily apparent in his drawn expression. |
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| ZXAlpha | Jul 27 2017, 01:43 AM Post #7 |
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Drinking probably wasn’t a good idea anyway before trying to find your way back to your new apartment. Satoshi thought to himself. “How kind of you, giving me a free pass for the night” he chuckled, “But ya, I’ll make sure to remember if I see you around there!” Satoshi watched the man seemingly shed his worries as they sat down. The cart was well kept, giving off a feeling akin to going to a grandparents for dinner. He watched as his companion played through what he saw as an old bit between a chef and her long time customer, clear understanding between the two. He saw the playful annoyance from the Ramen-baa, but decided to play along with Atsushi, bowing in the same exaggerated manner when the food was brought out, giving a small laugh afterwards before thanking her again more normally. He stopped to take a whiff of the meal as his companion gave a small quip before hand, betraying his excitement: it smelled great. Satoshi had never actually had spicy ginger pork ramen before, but he was excited to try it. “This looks great! Come on let's dig in.” he encouraged, going for the first bite. He loved it. He hesitated only slightly to savor the first taste before attacking the rest of it. He stopped about a half way through to take a drink of water and thought about asking Atsushi what his job was... or would that be being to familiar again? Eh, he was already in this deep, might as well keep going. “So, Atsushi-san, what do you do for a living?” he asked, slowing down the devouring of his food. |
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| Zesseract | Jul 27 2017, 11:32 AM Post #8 |
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(Guess I'm guilty of being a little familiar myself...) he self-stated in the comfort of his own thoughts, though seeing Satoshi's altogether mellowed reaction served to get him more comfortable around the relative stranger. The two'd only exchanged a couple of words -at present-, so there was still much in the air about how this would play out. As the Ramen-baa delivered their plates, Atsushi saw his new friend take to the dish immediately, leading with the first bite. Having come from an especially grueling work shift, he let himself enjoy his ramen just a touch more; breathing deeply, he took in the steam wafting out of his own meal, feeling his nostrils being tickled by the chile peppered throughout the cloudy broth; taking in the delicious smell, as he symbolically gathered up today's lackluster work experience, and let go of them in a single breath. His "out of sorts" look, seemed to vanish into a facade somewhat resembling a functional adult male; the bags under the eyes remained, a fault of his own physiognomy, though today's could be terribly attributed to his work shift.He deigned to enjoy his own ramen as Satoshi asked his question, and he was so close to letting go of the entire day he'd faced today... "I work at a call center." his tone curt, though still retaining hints of his own joviality. His gaze trained away from Satoshi entirely, as he proceeded to take his first bite. Thankfully the Ramen-baa's cooking could counteract any sort of nastiness he'd experienced before this moment. "I also busk during my free time, the pay is worse but I get to pick my own hours on that one at least." he said as a sort of silver-lining to his living situation. As this was the more enjoyable of the two activities, of course it'd be the one paying the worse, but then that was the stereotype no? |
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| ZXAlpha | Jul 28 2017, 01:31 AM Post #9 |
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“A call center? Neat, I did that awhile myself, I didn’t mind it, even if it was a little soul sucking at times.” The ramen really was good, he would have to remember this place for later as he could see a few other items on the menu that piqued his interest. “You busk? That's pretty cool! The pay may be worse ya, but at least you get to do something you like while making a little bit of money as well. You must be pretty good if you continue to do it too, or at very least, you have fun.” Satoshi said, showing marked enthusiasm at the prospect of hearing someone talk about a passion. “I had a bout where I tried some instruments in middle school, I wasn’t super good at it, but it was fun until… umm...” His expression changed briefly, causing him to look deeply troubled at something. I will never touch a violin again. His voice cracked a bit as he bounced back, returning to his more lax demeanor, “But l-let's,” he cleared his throat, “let’s not talk about that... Sooo what instrument do you play?” he inquired, cutting off any potential questions and returning to his meal. |
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| Zesseract | Jul 29 2017, 01:41 PM Post #10 |
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"Nah, the most I got in middle-school was a music appreciation class." he sounded half-annoyed by his remembrance, though this was offset by a fondness he had for the subject in general. As far as forced appreciation went, this was one that stuck with him, though he could barely recall anything he'd actually learned, let alone practiced, in Middle school. "They had us play recorders, it was te-rri-ble." he could nearly see his parent's contorting faces among a group of equally displeased parents, all in all, a bad time for everyone involved. He wondered why schools felt the need to hammer this in anyway, if no real amount of effort would actually be put toward the class itself? These thoughts soon died, however, as he realized he was dwelling on something completely inconsequential of his life, while talking to his new acquaintance. Straightening himself, he brought up his plate of ramen to take another hearty slurp out of his noodles, while waiting for a prompt from Satoshi... and it came in the form of a question regarding his instrument of choice. Finishing up the noodle portion of his dish, he brought a fist over to his chest, beating out some unwanted build-up what nestled into his airways, before answering. "I fancy a guitar myself... -uh- accoustic, that is. Strap makes it easy to carry, and lug around in public transportation, plus it's easier to sit down with than something requiring a stand.... sayyyy a keyboard, for example." his disposition had warmed to the subject of music, but then as Satoshi had put it, this was something he enjoyed doing. It was a shame he wasn't earning anything comparable to his call center wages, though. "I can also play a bit of bass, and I'm a bit dab-hands at drums." he clarified, without any real need of doing so being apparent in Satoshi's prompt. "I don't carry any of those around when busking though. Just imagine strapping a battery of drums to your person to get around downtown... talk about dedication to your craft." the very notion struck him as silly, though he minded the fact that he'd seen people do some pretty extraordinary things in Nagashima's downtown. |
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