Akihiko stopped at the gates of Rush Valley, kneeling to one knee. In truth, the kilometer was a little longer than he may have first thought, because getting into Rush Valley, he realized the sheer size of the buildings. They were skyscrapers and clearly, unlike anything else around Fiore for hundreds of miles. He found his stomach rumbling, and that meant only one thing to him... Lunch!
Picking his knee off the ground after a short breath, his smile revealed pearly whites and his emerald eyes began dashing around the street. He took off in a running body, his bag bouncing against his back. Little to no time at all and he was standing at a crossroads, a hospital could be seen up ahead his left, and down the right, a bazaar. Full to the brim with goodies that one might fancy themself with, weapons, relics, scrolls, and tomes with magic spells etched into grimoires— clearly nothing too crazy as he figured those to be hidden away in some underground tunnel, but within his money limits, he could afford just about anything here in the streets.
In the center of these two uphill paths, perhaps the dead-center of all this activity? A nice little Ramen Shop he use to frequent back in the day... The Hunter definitely had to eat up before he took off for his shopping spree in the Bazaar right? Akihiko pushes his way through a flap entrance without hesitation, entering into the store with a hearty smile and pause as he scanned the room for a seat. His nose was already sniffing the air, and his expression delighted to enjoy a fancy meal. He see’s a young man with long dark hair pulled back, and decided then and there, he’d take a seat beside him.
There was no particular studying that went on as he chose the spot, It happened to be the only one available in the room. People’s conversations were loud and kept the place alive, but in everyone’s own world— no one seemed to really bother each other. These were definitely Aki’s kind of folk. Happy natured, expressive, and nostalgic.
Akihiko planted himself at the stool bar beside a person he’d later know to be called Yori, and held up his hand to the staff behind the counter. “Hit me with a nice bowl of Miso for one please,” he spoke to the chef who was already throwing bowls upon the bar, a nod over to Aki set his worries to rest. It was then that Akihiko looked over to see what the guy to his left was chowing on, albeit a little forth and curious, he was starving and in from a long foot travel; The hooded Hunter didn’t find much issue in being nosy, quite frankly, he loved a good cafe convo. “Hey man, what’s up?” Akihiko quickly noticed one thing about this man, the bags under this fellas eyes meant he was either hardworking or going through a stressful time.
Aki immediately took to delivering his hello and followed in with some more dialogue. He was keen about figuring other people out, and this guy? He seemed like he wasn’t so bad— perhaps that was a bit of an assumption since they knew nothing about one another. But Akihiko blistered with life like a party, and never ceased to spread those positive vibes and cheer others up. “What’s the name big guy? You alright? My name’s Akihiko Sterling,” he quickly put his hand up, slightly waving, his other elbow took a firm place against the bar. Both arms crossed as he leaned in hungrily awaiting his meal, the sack on his back was still strapped over his shoulder, hanging at his waist.