Sakata strolls along at a slow and steady pace, hands tucked away into his pockets as his caramel gaze roams across his surroundings. He was familiar with just about all of these places since he commonly just walked around the village in his free time, and this district in particular seemed to always end up being where he'd visit regardless of what he planned on doing. On this given occasion the Kishima had opted to put his hair up in a relatively messy bun, his bangs pushed aside with some of his locks framing his face.
He'd just recently got a small haircut since he couldn't deal with the length his locks had grown to, leaving him at a much more manageable state. For sake of simplicity he'd just left the house with a white tee beneath a gray, sleeveless hoodie, and a pair of black jeans with shoes of matching color. A necklace with a metallic peace symbol hangs from his neck, tucked within the hoodie itself and occasionally shifting as he moves along.
With a lax expression upon his face, the black-haired Kishima turns to his left near the end of one of the more populated streets to come face to face with the small, outdoor sushi bar---Yamashi's Eatery. It had always been a place he was a fan of since he was young, but he never could really afford their food up until now, and even then he ate there sparingly. Still, coming here on occasion was a good treat.
The male casually takes a seat upon one of the stools at the forefront of the little shack-like establishment, partially folding his foot over the other one and linking them partially while sitting there. He picks up one of the menus and goes ahead and skims through it for the time being, contemplating his order.
"Whew. Try something new or go with the usual..." He mutters faintly, glancing around for a moment. He felt indecisive at the moment.
He'd just recently got a small haircut since he couldn't deal with the length his locks had grown to, leaving him at a much more manageable state. For sake of simplicity he'd just left the house with a white tee beneath a gray, sleeveless hoodie, and a pair of black jeans with shoes of matching color. A necklace with a metallic peace symbol hangs from his neck, tucked within the hoodie itself and occasionally shifting as he moves along.
With a lax expression upon his face, the black-haired Kishima turns to his left near the end of one of the more populated streets to come face to face with the small, outdoor sushi bar---Yamashi's Eatery. It had always been a place he was a fan of since he was young, but he never could really afford their food up until now, and even then he ate there sparingly. Still, coming here on occasion was a good treat.
The male casually takes a seat upon one of the stools at the forefront of the little shack-like establishment, partially folding his foot over the other one and linking them partially while sitting there. He picks up one of the menus and goes ahead and skims through it for the time being, contemplating his order.
"Whew. Try something new or go with the usual..." He mutters faintly, glancing around for a moment. He felt indecisive at the moment.
