"Yanno Id, it's days like these where I wonder why I became a ninja." The statement wasn't completely true, he knew completely while why he became one, he just needed to release some of that negative energy inside him. 'No need to be overdramatic right now, just go and get your care package and be done with it.' "No, I can't just bemoan my issue. No way Jose. Instead, I'm going to pull out the most forbidden technique a customer would ever do." His face would darken slightly. "I'm going to try and speak to the manager."
'Motima! That's madness! You really think that something so dumb and rediculous will actually work? If you're that deadset on getting something, just place an order and move on!' But he couldn't just 'move on'. This was something his primal instincts would never fully understand, the need to stand up for one's beliefs and see it through to the end, to try one's best, even if it failed. That or maybe he had five too many sodas and was currently running off of a sugar high, giving him a confidence one wouldn't think possible for a Genin to have until they hit Chunin.
Walking into the shop, Mort would try to locate some sort of bell when he feasted his eyes upon a display case holding a very specific object. Looking at the name, all manners of wanting to discuss the egregious gift pakage fell through. The Tuning Sword was calling out to him, and he'd wave his right arm, his body stiff as he tried to find some sort of bell to try and get ahold of someone to try and buy the beautiful piece of artwork before him.