Ramen for the Soul (Akuma/Frog)

Tokyo Strip was a pretty nice area-- for Akuma's taste. He usually came there in his free time after classes to get some good lunch. It was a small little street-side bar that opened out to the street and seperated by thin sheets to keep vision out too much. It was traditional to Japanese culture in how people could easily walk in, eat and take off after to wherever they had to go.

Exhausted from school and his morning work with his friend, he strolled down the street until he found it. Akuma passed into the diner after he tossed away the cigarette he had been smoking. After he stomped it out on the sidewalk, he entered and sat himself down at the counter.

"One Beef Bowl with rice and a beer please," he asked the waiter who both cooked and delivered the food. The man gave a curtious nod to him and proceeded to make his meal.

For now, Akuma rested, tired from both class and the martial arts. He worked up quite an appetite that he could probably order two beef bowls... maybe... tentatively... he probably would if he wasn't full.

Still, one thing about these places... you never knew whom you might meet.

The beef bowl tasted good as Akuma enjoyed his meal. He was tired from the long day and was glad to get some rest after all that had happened. Still it was a sense of normalcy, even as the group of people came in.

Akuma glanced at the new people, seeing as their eyes met with his. Still-- he wasn't into gawking at guys for obvious reasons. "Something I can help you out with?" Akuma asked, hoping this wasn't about to get any more awkward than it had to be.

Either way, if this guy was just looking for casual conversation-- Akuma was a bit of a tough guy to direct into that naturally. After all his 'manners' came from a crime family, after all.

Well the conversation was a bit on the dry end of things-- Akume shouled of ordered more beer. He just took a breath and listened as the odd guy spoke up to him asking what he was eating. "Beef Bowl Ramen. Real stake tips instead of that 'Philly steak' crap other places have. " he said brashly as he took another bite of his.

Akuma was a proud carnivore when it came to his choice of food. He enjoyed red meat often. Still he was curious by those restaurants with challenges-- eating a huge amount to get some kind of reward. Though Akuma was rather on the fit side, he also had a big appetite after a hard work out. He probably could do it if he found one.

"You and your gang from around here?" Akuma asked, a bit of a not-so-subtle hint. He meant it as a joke, but he wasn't stupid. Since he was involved with such a gang outside of Endymion, he could tell one a mile away.

(Sorry for the long delay. work, the dash and other things last month occupying me)

Akuma snorted a bit at the gesture. It seemed it was hard to make friends, not just for him. Then again, he was a bit of an odd-ball himself considering his upbringing. THings in Endymion were so strange to him at times. It seemed like it was society but at the same time, it wasn't.

"I see. I'm relatively new to this city so I am just trying to get my footing into things," he explained as he tossed another piece of beef down his throat. The guy had a good appetite, considering the demon smacking he had been doing. He wish he could brag a bit about it-- but that would be stupid.

If there was only some way for him to know who were and weren't the cadets the Playhouse warned him about. Either way, he just wanted to get to know his new surroundings and home city.