"Trade stories, huh? I, for one, think ya look more like a man who'd like to exchange some blows, a little test of yer mettle to shake of the rust. A friendly duel. 'Course, we should eat first if yer down for it. It'll be on me. If yer not, of course, I'm down for a good drink and a story. Either's good with me."Todoroki shrugs as if he'd just offered to challenge Daisuke to a game of Go. His good eye drifts over to the two twins he'd noticed earlier, too.
"Hey. I could hear yer stomachs rumbling all the way over there. Ya want in or not? It's a little rude to stare."
Rin blushes, looking away.
"I-it's nothing, really! It's just...my mom always said, you know, if you don't watch out for the little guy, who will, right? It's.....I don't know why I'm saying this, ehehe. You probably don't care all that much."
Taiga, Miyako and SetsurouFive minutes have passed. The sounds of the city continue to grow louder as the day passes. The nearest Cursed, you can sense, is now the Cat; Yusuke's convoy is getting closer and closer.
Your time is approaching.
Torajirou, Haru and TakeruAs you sit by, watching the excitement, you three are distinctly aware of some strange person approaching people from your caravan and getting brushed off in turn.
She appears to be a woman, probably about twenty years of age by certain reckonings. Her hair is blonde and her features are not of any recognisable group here; not Avropan, not Five Kingdomer, and from nowhere else you know. Her clothes are also odd; if they're some Avropan fashion, they're not one you recognise.
You sense something off about her; not hostile, not intending evil, but not quite fitting.
"H-hey? Excuse me, would you....no? Okay, that's fine, but....hey! Excuse me, could you point me to-hey, do you mind?"