"Excuse Me, Pardon Me, Coming Through, Watch Your Stuff!"
Thus were the boisterous warnings of the young Monk rushing through the streets. Commoners of various trades and professions struggled to keep their belongings as he clumsily bumped his way through the Village avenue.
one of many muttered under their breath.
Shiko was starving, and in dire need of food! Training at the Dojo today had been rather hectic, and he was now feeling the need for protein. He came into a rather busy barbecue joint. People were loud with laughter. He could feel the joy emanating off of them, and it made the young Monk smile contently. It was nice. The Village seemed to be relatively happy, despite the current political climate.
"What would you like, sir?"
"A Bento Tsukune Platter please!"
he said cheerfully, his voice bursting with excitement.
Very well. We'll let you know when it's ready,"
the man said with a plain tone of voice.
Shiko dashed through the park with bento in tow, running toward his usual spot. Shiko always picked the same bench in the center of the park. One could say he was a creature of routine and habit. He loved eating there, as many birds usually came to flutter on by as he ate. Though he reserved himself from the temptation of feeding them, as it might upset their stomachs, he still loved to watch them. The young Monk was quick, which allowed him to reach his destination swiftly.
When he got there however... some dude was on his bench, at his usual time, in his spot. This. This was not okay. Shiko sighed, and looked at the bento in his hand.
"He didn't know, he didn'tknow, hedidn'tknow...,"
Shiko chanted to himself whilst taking a deep breath.
Shiko worked up the courage to walk up to the man. He gave a polite bow before speaking up quietly and calmly. "Um... Sir... Do you mind scooting over? I just.. I usually sit there at this time of day and well..,"
he kind of stammered. He was bad at this clearly.