[Hayato walked into the kitchen, hands stuffed in his pockets and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His lighter had run dry and the most logical place he could think to find a new one was the kitchen. He wasn't feeling exactly ontop of his game, and hoped that a good nicotine fix would make him feel better.
He glances over at the old man, not paying him any mind at first as he looks around the kitchen. Then it slowly enters his mind that he cussed out some 'old-guy-gone-child' not long after he first arrived... and had yet run into any old men since... crap this had to be the guy! Shit... while he wouldn't admit it in a thousand years, he REALLY hadn't handled that week well.
The teen very awkwardly continues his search, looking at a brisker pace then before]
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He glances over at the old man, not paying him any mind at first as he looks around the kitchen. Then it slowly enters his mind that he cussed out some 'old-guy-gone-child' not long after he first arrived... and had yet run into any old men since... crap this had to be the guy! Shit... while he wouldn't admit it in a thousand years, he REALLY hadn't handled that week well.
The teen very awkwardly continues his search, looking at a brisker pace then before]