#mitsuru001

Finding food wasn’t particularly hard for myself. If anything, I could say it was almost a talent. Not everyone agreed with me but I can’t help it -- the smell taunts me and often will guide me into an incomparable paradise. I must have miscalculated because ... I forgot that in our society, you have to pay for food! Forgive me, mother! I underestimated the perks of nobility! Ah, is this how I die?! I thought I was prepared for the worse case scenario...!

So now I am here, staring at this yakitori stand... even though I missed it so much, I still can’t have a bite.

My stomach keeps growling too loudly and people have started to notice. I wouldn’t mind but the looks they’re giving me aren’t showing much compassion. Maybe it’s the drool or the fact I’m tearing up a little... 

Rogue was lost, there was no denying it. She often was in this town, luckily for her, there were many people here that might offer directions. Might, because not all of them were agreeable.

As she tried to make out which shoulder would be best to tap she flinched and slapped whatever had slipped under her top and bit her.