Down the rabbit hole...[Open]

Wuark would leave a note for kuro inside the house on the countertop. He didnt want it to seem like the two ninja has just left him there. They were hungry and if Kuro did decide to wake up he would be able to find where the restaurant was located at.

Wuark led the way to the restaurant. It was about two blocks away from his home, so about a five minute walk to the place. Wuark thought now, seeing as he thought now would be the best time, it was time for him to ask some serious questions about his puppet.

If no other conversation stated Wuark would inquire: "So tell me more about your puppet? What metal is it made out of?" He would ask. Seeing that Wuark knew about his clans metal mastery he thought it right to ask him about something like that. In his brothers book he wrote down the properties of all metals used in the ninja world. He knew about their properties and what they could do. So when he say something so wonderful made out of the stuff he just had to ask him about it.

Lucian waited patiently as Wuark scribbled down a quick note. Naturally, the genin could not see what the other boy wrote, but he could only imagine it had something to do with Kuro. After all, ditching someone while they slept was, well, a bit rude. And, Wuark did not strike Lucian as rude. Granted he really did know very little of the Hoshigakure native. 

All the same, Lucian allowed Wuark to exit the building first following closely. He neglected to bring his puppet with him. Wuark's apartment seemed fairly secure and it would be exceedingly weird to bring the puppet with him to a restaurant. As the pair of shinobi returned to the streets Lucian noted that the crowds were thinning ever so slightly. Despite being only slightly less crowded than earlier in the afternoon, the village had quite a different feeling. It felt as if everyone and everything was starting to slow down ever so slightly. It was a pleasant change of pace, less hustle and bustle and more 

As the two walked Wuark was the first to strike up conversation. Though, the subject of the conversation was a bit surprising to Lucian. Throughout his travels no one had ever asked that much about his puppet. A nice change to be sure.

"There is not much to tell. It is composed of steel that a crafted from my own hands. Why do you ask?" Lucian replied nonchalantly. 

Continuing to walk through the streets Lucian began to wonder: where were they going? Sure, they were going to grab a bite to eat, but what kind of food? However, Lucian did not voice any of these questions. Better to wait and see, Wuark was after all treating him. No reason to get picky.

Ah, so many questions....  

It all happened in a flash. One minute he was talking to Wuark the next the two of them walked through a throng of people. Still not used to navigating such crowds, Lucian quickly found himself really disoriented. Turn left: person. Turn right: person. Turn around: Person. Straight ahead: person. There were people all around him. Every once in a while the monk was certain he saw Wuark and he'd push his way through the crowd only to find that it was someone else entirely.

When Lucian finally waded out of the crowd he knew in an instant he had lost Wuark somewhere. Standing at the entrance of an alley the Nazar looked this way and that to no avail. Sighing to himself and mentally cursing his bad luck Lucian did the one thing he could, reorient himself. He had little hope of finding Wuark in this crowd. Thus, his best bet became finding a way back to the apartment. Hopefully Wuark would realize he had lost his new guest and eventually return home.

Let's see here...

Cupola here, cupola there, there were cupola's everywhere in this city. Every other house seemed to belong to some religious sect. Alas, none looked familiar. For a while Lucian wandered the streets with a bit of hopelessness in his heart. However, then he saw it. The fountain. It was the fountain he had first met Wuark at. Form here he knew the way to the apartment.

Taking care to avoid getting lost, Lucian made it to the apartment in no time. Instead of waiting in the quickly darkening streets the Nazar elected to wait inside. Pushing open the door he made his way to the couch that had become familiar. Lucian would wait for hours. Perhaps Wuark was in some kind of trouble?

Lucian could not really be sure. So, he did the one thing left to do, sleep. After a long day even the shoddy bed Wuark offered him felt like heaven. Hell, it felt better on his back than the bare bones ones his clans used. he just might get used to living here.

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