@kawaiibreadhideout Pffff, I’m totally doing this, you kidding me? That’s super

@kawaiibreadhideout Pffff, I’m totally doing this, you kidding me? That’s super funny! —————- Excited was an understatement. They were FLOORED. It felt like they went through their whole life hearing about ramen, now to be here, going to an actual ramen shop, about to eat real ramen. Yes, of course they’ve had had the cheap cup of noodle stuff (curtsy of Junkrat’s stash), but they never really had the chance to try the real deal. These days, ramen shops were getting more and more scarce, leaving it hard to find, and a bit pricy. There was one notable company, and that was Rikimaru. They had managed to get some products into a few stores, but being told by multiple people that the fresh version was better, lead them to decide that, for the price, it wasn’t worth it. “Hurry, or you will freeze.” “Hmm? Oh, yeah!” They pick up their stride to catch Hanzo, who was moving rather quickly through the crowd. He was always a fast walker. “So, this guy was, like, your cousin, right?” “Distant relative. Though it was like we were close cousins, yes.” He keeps his eyes forward, as not to bump into anyone. They adjust their scarf, huffing slightly as it slips off one of their shoulders. “That’s kinda cool that you know him. I mean, in a way, he’s kinda famous huh?” They hum. “This gut practically owns Rikimaru, that’s pretty cool.” He snorts slightly, “Am I not famous enough for you?” He jests, opening the shop door for them. “Oh, yeah,” they nod in thanks, moving past him into the warmth of the indoors, “I guess you are famous, that’s so wild.” “About time you two show up!” A deep voice cuts in, “It has been much too long!” This must be the guy. They didn’t really look related, though. Hanzo bows politely, a small smirk making it’s way to his lips, “I see you have yet to grow any taller.” It seems that hit a nerve. “Hey, you are certainly one to talk! What are you? 153 centimeters?” The man chuckles at his own joke, slowly shifting his gaze to the Shimada’s companion. He lazily composes himself before bowing with an introduction. They respond accordingly and he shows them to seats set in front of his cooking station. “Order whatever you like! It is on the house!” “Absolutely not.” Hanzo protests. “Well, I will not take any money you try to give me.” Hanzo eyes narrow at him, and he cockily tosses his ladle in the air, before catching it and doing it again. Hanzo huffs, leading the other man to smirk. Knowing is victory, he turns and works on the food in front of him. Deciding on what to get was a somewhat overwhelming task. But, once the order was in, the bowl was out in no time. The first serving was nearly scarfed down. They couldn’t help it! It was so good! The man slide over a second helping before they could even ask, and that was gone as Hanzo finished his first. When the third one came, they took it a bit more reluctantly. However, as soon as they were reassured it was okay, that was gone too. And there sat Hanzo, dumbstruck, watching them dig into their sixth bowl. “I did not know that you were this hungry.” He states as they wipe their lip and blush. “I guess that was quite a few helpings, huh?” “Not at all.” He counters seriously. “I was afraid from the rate that you were eating that you hadn’t had food for days.” They let out an embarrassed chuckle of sorts and continue it with an excuse that it was, “really good.” “I’m glad you enjoyed it!” The third party chimed in. “Reminds me of how someone I know use to act.” He eyes Hanzo playfully. He nearly glares back at him. “Oooooooh! Embarrassing stories about Hanzo? I’m all in!” -- source link
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