☼ || @redofautumn
There are restaurants in this city, but Gon didn’t feel like sitting down yet despite his stomach’s insistent growls, his mind acutely focused on his objective of first finding a place to stay.
Until his nose smells that whiff of a soup broth. Before he thought about it, his feet has already brought him into the interior of the shop, finding himself a seat beside a girl slurping on noodles noisy.
The aroma of the noodles and soup is too fragrant, and his stomach growled again. A hand is raised and his mouth forms the words easily. “Mr Chef! I want the same as hers!”
It’s only when the chef acknowledged the order that Gon turns back to the girl. “Hey, is that really that nice?”
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