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"Oh hey Kurome, I see that your mad at Zaruku here. He thought he could beat Toshi but he used up his chakra to much and to fast hehe. He would have won if he had a little more I think, but Toshi is dinying it hehe." Shade says to Kurome with humor, doubt and worry.


((grounded so i cant get on much lol i can go on when im at skool bu not the weekends less my parents are out hehe sweatdrop ))

Kurome, hands still ink-splattered, sat heavily at the stand and muttered, "Whatever you've got is good. Really. Just give me something to eat, damnit." The stand owner looked at her skeptically, as she was known to order large amounts of dango and absolutely nothing else, let alone ramen, but he gave her a bowl of ramen and several sticks of fresh dango anyway, and she paid for them after shoving them all into her mouth apathetically, obviously paying more attention to either her thoughts or whatever it was that had caused her state of agitation. Whens he was halfway through her bowl of ramen, she suddenly seemed to snap out of whatever it was and she glared at the soup-filled bowl incredulously, shocked that she had eaten such a thing as ramen, and then she furiously shoved the rest of her dango into her mouth, presumably to drown out the taste of the noodle dish that was lingering there.

Kurome, still glaring at her bowl of half-eaten ramen as if it had grievously offended her in some manner, growled as she noticed the newest customer's scent, the one that had been there when her charge had been beaten bloody and to the point of more than just unconsciousness. Her glare from mismatched eyes did not waver from the ramen, however, and nor did the almost-subsonic growl, which instead rose in pitch, though not volume.

The man behind the counter took the half-eaten bowl away from Kurome and replaced it with several more sticks of dango. Kurome's growl became less, and her glare shifted sideways, to the foreign shinobi also at the shop/stand, as she stuck more food into her mouth.

The growl stopped, to make speaking easier, especially with a mouthful of food. Kurome forcefully swallowed and answered him, eyes narrowed.
"You're that kid that hurt Nyuuha-chan. I don't like you," she said, and then turned back to her food, shoving more dango into her mouth without another word.

"It balances out. Doesn't make me like you." Kurome paid, stood, and left to go to the hospital to see what Nyuuha might be doing, as well as the results of her testing, once it came to that.

Haku skipped by the stand, dressed completely in grey, from nose to toes. Several large pouches hung from a belt concealed by a traveler's cloak, also grey. She paused, murmuring to herself.
"Paint a pretty picture with the ink, smash the inkwell, or spill it all over something else, stain a doll..? So many choices..."
Then she walked unhurriedly along, mostly ignoring those around her to hum to herself.

Haku wandered around, passing the ramen shop a couple more times before stopping beside it and poking her head in and studying Nehan for a moment, the lower half of her face still covered partially by grey cloth, a matching kerchief on her head, eyes clouded by a number of things.
"Hiya, Little Light, "she said softly after a moment, "Little Light wouldn't happen to know where the Fallen Rain might flow into an inkwell, does it?"

"Little Light hears the Fallen Rain's splashing rightly?" Haku blinks at Nehan confusedly, head tilted to the side like a bird contemplating a hiding place of its next meal; few people would answer her in such a straightforward manner, apparently preferring to use things like 'huh?' and 'what the hell?!' as answers to her genuine questions. Little Light is strange... Haku thought as she headed away from the Ramen Stand.