Sitting on the stool that had come to be the spot he preferred in this small little gem, Asmoskon had to keep his thoughts in check. There seemed to be a little bit of an uprising in the underbelly. Someone was trying to get rid of him yet not directly. It wasn’t hard to see why though. He had been steadily removing the gang leaders of West City for more than a few years now while forcing anyone that lived in the underbelly of society to listen to him. Not like they wanted to or got anything out of it really. He didn’t bring them anything more than they had already accomplished. He had just walked in on West City and taken over through force.

It was quite surprising that it had taken them this long to try and remove him via the police. Setting up a dead fighter with a false police report and then sending the location of one of the underground fighting spots. It wasn’t a bad idea, but Asmoskon already knew he’d have to set an example. Once he figured out who was setting this all up, well a quick painless punishment wouldn’t be the reward the culprit would be receiving.

So as he sat, the aroma of the ramen gracing his nostrils, he tried to sort through the possible motives and resources of those that he believed had the balls to challenge him not to mention then take over. He almost didn’t notice the arrival of a female at the other end. “Not bad.” Asmoskon thought regarding the appearance of the new patron. His mouth was salivating at the anticipation of his meal though as he watched the chef place the finishing touches.

Here it was his ramen once again! The chef placed the bowl in front of him. Despite no longer being a child yet still arguably a young man, Asmoskon in his appearance as a muscular deviant smiled in the same manner as an innocent in a toy factory. This shop had definitely become his favorite place in the entire city. The chef along with the other staff knew how he viewed the establishment and despite how many others in the city viewed him, they saw him differently. He never brought them any sort of ill will or intention, never damaged anything nor was he rude. In fact the young lady was far worse than he had ever been to any of them which made them question so many of the rumors about him.

“I’m really going to miss this place.”

Asmoskon began twirling the noodles around with his chop sticks as he made large inhaling actions through his nostrils. It was almost too much his actions towards the ramen, as if someone could enjoy a good meal too much though. This set the staff off though as for a moment everyone had a momentary pause at his words.

“What do you mean Asmoskon? We’re not in the best of financial situations, but we’re in no danger of closing.”

Asmoskon taking a massive amount of the noodles up and into his mouth began to slurp them up. Savoring the flavor for a moment although doing his best not to linger. The chef began preparing the girls meal, his remarkable speed and precision told Asmoskon during his first visit that the man had to have been a professional big shot at some point. Skill so high in any regard was something that the youth admired and believed to truly be special. After that first mouthful he sighed in pleasure, fighting off the urge to continue devouring his bowl.

“Don’t worry. This place is in no danger. I’m leaving. As for your troubles.” Asmoskon took from his pocket a small capsule and placed it on the counter. “You’ve always been a nice man. While that doesn’t get you much with me, you're meant for bigger things and this place could use some fresh . . . Well everything. Think of it as an investment on my part, for whenever I come back to the city just to have another bowl.”

Inside the capsule was a large sum of zeni that would allow the chef to renovate his stand while still acquiring fresh equipment. A shocked expression gave Asmoskon a slight grin as he went back to eating. Everyone else on staff though couldn’t believe what was going on looks of utter confusion. He received worse looks all the time though so it didn’t phase the large youth. Finally about another thirty seconds later the chef placed the young girls meal down in front of her.

“Enjoy miss, my apologies for the wait.”

While he enjoyed his ramen he hadn’t paid much attention to the female in the shop. Of course there really wasn’t much reason for him to do that anyway. She looked and acted like someone that was just typical of his followers. Although she was admittedly quite a bit cleaner then some of the females that tended to seek him out and clung to those below him. Still despite the fact he couldn’t turn down her appearance as a nice look, she also seemed to just barely be old enough to even be considered an adult. Asmoskon had to think for a moment though. Was it right for him to think like that when he had hated others doing the same to him? “Eh don’t give a shit. Just more issues.” Didn’t matter to him he had no interest in seeking her out whether it be personally or physically.

He wasn’t even going to talk until he finished his meal now, until she spoke to him. “No, I wouldn’t rob this stand. Ramen this good deserves to be paid for and continue business. Honestly this should be one of the biggest restaurants in the entail city. Tastes better than anything else I’ve had here. Not sure why he looks sad though I haven't gotten that reaction to a gift before.” Asmoskon continued to slurp up mouthfuls of ramen noodles knowing that it wouldn't be more than another few seconds when he’d finish and he’d have to wait for the second bowl.

While waiting for his second bowl to be finished Asmoskon gave the small dark haired girl nearly his full attention. Listening to everything that she said and even turning to face her the only time that his attention was shifted happened to be when one of the women placed a cold glass filled with a dark soda down. Asmoskon smiled and nodded his head. A benefit that came with being a regular that the staff liked was that they always knew what you liked and usually when you liked it. Not to mention sometimes like this you could be treated without it ever being brought up again. Taking a small sip from the glass Asmoskon felt the refreshment from the chilled carbonated beverage cascade down his throat.

The girl told him how she learned about the business world or rather how it worked in many aspects. He nodded his head a bit in agreement although his expression wasn’t anything beyond bland right now. He didn’t care and at the moment this conversation was dreary. A subject that used to haunt his love and cripple his soul. “Business is something I know quite a bit about as well, although I have no talent or patience for it. You’re right though which is why when I can I come here and always give this man the recognition he deserves for his skill. The exception should be at the top not the bottom.”

This was definitely not something that Asmoskon experienced on a typical day, an interaction with someone that didn’t display outward signs of fear or judgment. Not to mention that the conversation wasn’t bad and he didn’t actually mind it. Usually his dumbass followers just pleaded with him to do something they thought would help them get whatever they wanted. Right now this was simple and calm which when eating was the best. He could see that his second bowl was on its way to him or it would be in another few seconds as he watched the chef pull the noodles up and begin to stream them into another bowl.

“I see it more as a proper tip for such grand food. Hmmm. Well I know most people don’t like their finances spoken out loud. Don’t wish to disrespect the chef, but it’s enough that he’ll be able to have a small restaurant custom built in this city or any of the others by next month. I don’t believe that talent should be chained so neither should this food.” Asmoskon grabbed at the second bowl the moment it was placed down in front of him like an eager child.

Slurping up and then down again from the bowl to his mouth then down into his stomach. This was the path that the noodles flowed as Asmoskon enjoyed his second bowl. He heard the reaction to his statement about how much money he had given the chef. It wasn’t out of the norm for him to hear cursing and he didn’t have anything sort of view against it as he employed such words on a frequent basis, it just caught his attention perhaps an extra bit when coming from someone so young.

When Tomina moved over and sat next to him though Asmoskon realized he might have just indirectly ruined his own afternoon. Asmoskon finished the mouthful of noodles that he had sucked up into his mouth and then sighed. “My family's money is not my own if that’s what you’re assuming. You should enjoy your bowl before it’s too late, but if you want to voice your story then feel free.”