Kouichi's wooden geta made a louder sound than usual. As though to anounce his presence to the shopkeep. Left hand burried deep within the confines of his pocket. His right held tightly to a piece of paper. Dressed in the usual casual wear, he examined his surroundings. Even though the shop seemed run down and old. To him it was a treasure cove of mystery to him. All the unknown goddies to be found. His eyes were even wide, which seemed to flood full of excitement. Oh how he wanted to just simply jump into one section and explore. It seemed all too tempting.
As his stride drew him closer to the counter, he could only clench the paper tighter. Fighting a very childish urge to touch things. The ball of his palm came down and bounced upon the bell. Instead of searching fruitlessly, he figured it best to ask for directions. His lips pulled the thin lips tighter, revealing his upper row of teeth. His list was a rather odd one. no clothes, or food. Simply materials and other useful things. A sword, a maintenance and cleaning kit for the sword, ect. His head rotated in anticipation for the shopkeep. Even in respect to the business itself. The bandana had been slid back, holding his hair in a much more of a top knot style. Though it was short and almost out of place on him.
Finally his voice managed to find it's escape. Its volume seeming increased in a delighted manor. "Hello?" Perhaps just being around the antiques. Maybe the thrill of a new weapon. Oh the joys, would he find things of legend? Or maybe a finely crafted item that caught his eye. Such glorious mysteries. How could anyone not enjoy this shop, he though. The closest decription to how he felt, it was envy. Envy that the shop keep was here with all these goodies. Jealous that even his remaining life would never be enough to explore.
As his stride drew him closer to the counter, he could only clench the paper tighter. Fighting a very childish urge to touch things. The ball of his palm came down and bounced upon the bell. Instead of searching fruitlessly, he figured it best to ask for directions. His lips pulled the thin lips tighter, revealing his upper row of teeth. His list was a rather odd one. no clothes, or food. Simply materials and other useful things. A sword, a maintenance and cleaning kit for the sword, ect. His head rotated in anticipation for the shopkeep. Even in respect to the business itself. The bandana had been slid back, holding his hair in a much more of a top knot style. Though it was short and almost out of place on him.
Finally his voice managed to find it's escape. Its volume seeming increased in a delighted manor. "Hello?" Perhaps just being around the antiques. Maybe the thrill of a new weapon. Oh the joys, would he find things of legend? Or maybe a finely crafted item that caught his eye. Such glorious mysteries. How could anyone not enjoy this shop, he though. The closest decription to how he felt, it was envy. Envy that the shop keep was here with all these goodies. Jealous that even his remaining life would never be enough to explore.