In his right hand was a shopping bag full of spices and herbs, over his shoulder was a fishing pole. The fishing pole was fashioned out of a few earthy items, a stick pole, reel fishing line, and that was it. Simple, but charming he called it, though when it came to bigger fish he’s had his share of broken poles. He’d have a field day today though, he had brought more than one pole! And as far as bait he had managed to scare up some night crawlers and had them tucked away in his bag with a few other choice fishing items. Today was going to be a good day for fishing, hell this was a great day for living even!
Happily, he whistled a tune to himself as he walked along the street, cruising down the street and all he needed was jin and juice to make this even better! He closed his eyes and kept on whistling like an overly idiot, it seemed he had even forgotten his family for a short time now, or well he gave up on the sadness that came with his memories of them. Not looking where he’s going he;d bump into someone, though given his height they wouldn’t be all that much of an obstacle as he looked down at them with a cocked brow. They would apologize and with a smile on his face he would wave them off and walk off. He would close his eyes again and begin to whistle once again, turning into an alleyway, dark and stuffy and make is way down it. He often took allies to avoid traffic, but today was so great that he’d just walk in for the hell of it and examine the wildlife!