The new Snow, both looks and taste

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Waiting for his food to arrive the scarred Meijin took a little sip from his soda. Cold as ice and sweet as sugar at the same time it made for the ideal refresher. Usually Asahi would settle for a glass of water but this time he decided to go with a little bit more flavor to add some extra taste. He still remembered the last time he came to the ramen shop, it was when he had too much alcohol and wasn't careful with his words. Looking back at it he didn't really feel any regret for anything he said back then. That time he was accompanied by Akira and Saizou, it was also when he tried to find out how the two of them were feeling about their village and the current state it was in. Unfortunately they didn't really agree with how he saw things so he decided to leave early.

It was the same little vixen that suddenly showed up at the Ichiraku Noodle Bar. The fire Meijin recognized her voice without having to look to make sure it was her. As usual her entrance would be rather loud and difficult not to notice unless you were either blind or deaf, or both. Not sure how he should act around her after their talk about the village he opted to wait and see. Luckily for Asahi she made the choice for him as she ignored him and went over to the two people who were already sitting at the bar before he had entered himself. "Well this makes things easier for me" he whispered so no one would be able to hear him. How the little vixen acted towards the young male was how she usually acted around men, it finally made the scarred shinobi understand he was nothing special and was just the way she was around people from the opposite sex. 

He was about to stand up and walk out the noodle shop if it wasn't for his bowl of ramen that had arrived. It looked way to good for him not to have a taste, but he already knew how delicious it was from his earlier visits to the shop. Asahi thanked the shop owner for the meal before he would dig in. Pork Tenderloin drenched in some beef broth, two eggs with some green onion on the side and a finishing touch of soy sauce. It would turn out quite the exquisite meal. Slowly he started eating, carefully picking his bites to make sure he could enjoy every single one of different tastes. Making sure not to make too much noise so people wouldn't mind him and he could enjoy his dinner in silence and alone as he was used to. 

(WC: 458, TWC: 805)

(Never get plastereed...it can be dangerous, lol!)

Was that girl his girlfriend? Wait a minute, why was Akki acting like this? She was engaged! Why was the world tipping sideways? Why was she nauseous? She attempting to get up but stumbled, falling backwards against the guy the just got his ramen and then she threw up everywhere! and ass eh fell backwards she swore she hit the ground, but she wasn't sure everything started to blur...
"what's happening?" Akki said as she realized she couldn't get up or move.

((sorry exiting all my topics))
Realizing that maybe she shouldn't have drank so much sh e actually got up and left the bar. She had enjoyed hanging out with Snow and meeting the others but she knew she had to leave and go home.

(Exit )

approved @ Akki

Asahi wasn't feeling it today. Which is why he decided to leave as soon as he finished his bowl of ramen. For some reason he felt even more indifferent than usual. Reflecting on his time in the village, trying to figure out whether or not he was doing what he was supposed to do. Only to come to the conclusion this wasn't it for him. He wanted to see the world, experience something new. Things he wouldn't be able to do while being stuck inside the village walls. It's not like he hated Konoha, far from it. The Meijin was thankful for the chance the village had given him. But at the same time he felt like he didn't belong there.

On his way back home he started to wonder how he would be able to change it. Maybe some of his friends could help, perhaps this time they would be able to understand his feelings. They didn't need to agree with him but at least he'd be able to get things off his chest. Because the way things were now Asahi wouldn't be able to keep it up for much longer. He was sure.

(Exit)

(TWC: 1000)
Claims:
- 1000 to complete Chakra Sensory previous progress here
- 10 stats

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Maybe it was a test of some sort. The way she bombarded the two, interrupting the interaction between both Snjor and the unknown woman. Has he gone berserk since leaving the village? Akira felt the rising of questions, flooding her intoxicated mind.

Snjor’s attention changed paths as he was pulled by the confused vixen. Yes. . . she probably looked like some jealous female that just witnessed a touchy moment between some crush and another woman, but Snjor knew Akira well enough to know that wasn’t it. She wasn’t the type to get jealous over other women, even if she was intoxicated. More or less. . . she was worried.

The unexpected touch of Snjor’s hand upon the side of her face, and the words of happiness at the sight of her, broke the red haired kunoichi’s violent trace. To think that Akira actually felt a hint of embarrassment, as her cheeks flushed with an even hotter fire.

The vixen instinctively stepped backwards, Snjor’s hand would more likely fall from her face as she moved out of arm's reach. She went to say something, but felt her words slightly shake.

Then the unknown woman who had just been embracing Snjor stumbled. Akira would have went to try and catch her, but it wasn’t long after that the stranger got sick and made her hastily leave. Another person made their exit from the ramen bar. Even in this state, AKira was able to recognize the scarred shinobi that she had an encounter not long ago.

She had made quite a fool of herself, barging in so rudely with alcohol clinging to her breath. Displaying anger to hide the worry that burned within. How childish of her. Wasn’t she supposed to push this sort of worry away?

And Snjor’s touch was still lingering, she wasn’t used to that sort of gesture at all and didn’t know how to comprehend it.

She took a breath to steady herself. Damn. . . this liquor really was getting to her head. There was no need for her to be overthinking it this much. “You sly dog. Getting a little clingy with women after a few drinks are we?” Her fiery attitude dissolved as a teasing smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She pushed away the interaction they just had, pretending that it didn’t faze her. “I apologize for interrupting that woman, I hope I didn’t scare her off.” Akira spoke with a quirky grin. Obviously being a little jokester like usual. “Just had to make sure you didn’t die on me already. I wasn’t so sure it was you, and I’m still having doubts that it is after that display of affection.”

She giggles before turning towards the bar, purposely avoiding the chance of looking at him. “Snjor I know wasn't that much of a flirt.”
{WC: 467} {TWC: 831}

Snow felt his hand fall from her face as she took her step back, he wasn’t truly intoxicated, not as much as he thought. He was more so in a state of emotional and psychological freefall. His mind sunk far too low, going to depths that he had never gone before. The events of Volcano still fresh in his mind, tormenting him and reminding him of what he had done.

As she took her step back, Snow grabbed onto the barstool that was behind him. He leaned back into the seat and he sat back down leaning in he counter. He heard Akira speak, but did not comprehend what she had said. “I’m happy to see such a familiar face, a face I did not think I’d see again. Tell me, what have you been up to since I had been gone? Getting stronger I’m sure.” Snow said as he began falling asleep on the counter.

From the corner of her eye, Akira saw as Snjor settled back down. She was still a little overwhelmed by his gesture, but was already regaining her composure. Her body leaned against the counter, one elbow propped onto it’s wooden surface as her weight was shifted to the side.

Akira was attentive as she listened to his words. Almost flinching as he mentioned the subject of her getting stronger since his absence.

No. . . she was nowhere near where she wanted to be. Akira had been slacking off, and was regretting it dearly.

Her voice spoke a hushed tone, from underneath her breath so that the currently snoozing Snjor wouldn’t catch it. “Unfortunately. . . no.” But she will make up for that loss. Akira was burning with new determination to get stronger.

She turned towards her ex teammate, realizing that he really was about to pass out against the counter. “Passing out like that will make it easier for someone to take advantage of you, Snjor.” She teased lightly, letting the words roll off her tongue in a purr. “Maybe it’s time to take you home?”

Akira would offer her assistance to the ex teammate of hers. Wondering how he would take it after her little playful tease of wordplay.
{WC: 208} {TWC:1,039}