never seen you before either! (io,nk)

Hysterio walked down the streets of Tengakure. He had managed to make a few acquaintances among the other residents, and he was hoping he would remain on decent terms with all of them. Teamwork would be essential if he was to improve as a ninja and survive very long on hard missions.

He stopped at a fast food restaurant, and picked up a sandwich for his dinner. He then continued ambling along the avenue, perhaps he would meet someone else interesting today.

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(total word count: 82)
(Sorry for the short post but i am in a hurry right now)

Altar was walking quietly down the streets, noting the various faces. He recognized some, others were vague and hazy in his memory. He was sure he didn't know everyone in the village, and that bothered him. He was meant to be a protector, someone that was fit to serve and, if it was called for, die for the people in his home. How could he do any of that if he didn't recognize who lived there?

And so, Altar was making a habit of commiting faces as well as names to memory. As such, he was hurrying around, and didn't notice the kid that was just coming out of a burger joint situated on a street corner, fresh meal in hand.

And of course, Altar would knock into him, probably knocking the kid down if he wasn't braced. Looking to the kid he had just bumped into, the first thing that would occur to him would be the shining, crimson eyes. An Uchiha, maybe? No, the Sharingan only colored when active. So...a Shinkou? It wasn't impossible, he had met another Shinkou before.

"Ah, sorry about that. Was kinda in a hurry, not really looking where I was going. You alright?" Altar would ask, extending his hand to the boy.

Hysterio had just looked down at his meal, about to take a big bite, when someone else stumbled into him. He stumbled backwards.

“Woah!“

In slow motion, he saw the sandwich tumble through the air. He would be damned if he let it go to waste, this was one of the products of one of the best sandwich joints in the village that he had found, he was gonna catch that thing or bust. The sandwich began its downward descent, and Hysterio made a frantic dive for it. He made it just in time, the sandwich falling into his outstretched hands, the wrapper still mostly intact except for where he had peeled it back. He hit the ground, closing his fingers over the sandwich to protect it from contamination. Fortunately none of the pickles or cooked pigs blood had spilled yet. The momentum from his jump however, had not yet dissipated, his body ended up rolling a few times over, his arms moving to continuously keep the sandwich above him away from the ground.

Eventually he came to a stop and looked up, into another pair of red eyes. Oh. This guy must be a fellow clanmate, as he did not have any of the markings the Sharingan was reputed to have despite his eye color. That or he was good at hiding only part of his features. Then he realized the other boy, who looked older than Hysterio by several years, had spoken to him. Oops, he should reply promptly to avoid being rude.

“I’m ok, so is my sandwhich, how about you? Sorry, I really should be looking where I am walking, especially at this time of day. Say, are you related to any particular clans by any chance?”

If the other boy had walked up to Hysterio after he fell over and rolled, before proffering his hand to help him up, Hysterio would let go of the sandwich with one hand, and grab on with the other, to help himself up.

If the other boy was still where he was after initially bumping into Hysterio, as was most likely, then Hysterio would tuck up his legs, roll backwards, then forwards, using the momentum to help himself stand without using his hands.

If the other boy did not react, then Hysterio would walk off, after cheerily waving goodbye.

(possible exit)

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(total word count: 82+390= 472)

(more than 48 houring Altar who seems too busy to post for quite some time now, sorry)

The other boy seemed to be busy with something so Hysterio cheerily waved goodbye, suggesting they meet up some other time. He wandered off, munching on his pigs blood and pickle sandwhich, disappearing into the crowds.

(exit)

(sorry altar, but you seem busy and I might be roleplaying with someone else)