Boundary sat in a local restaurant, the smell of Oriental delicacies filling the air. He was sipping green tea, a drink that he had started favoring during his time in this place. Placing his cup down on the counter, he used his chopsticks and brang some rice to his face, which was covered by the darkness his hood created over it. It tasted nice, he hadn't taken the time to enjoy good food in awhile. He had more than enough money for his meal, so he decided to grant himself a moment of respite here. He liked this universe, it was... more traditional, his master had always taught him about tradition and how it should be cherished.<br/><br/>The thought of his old master brought a gloom to his relaxed state of mind. His death was something he would never forget, something he didn't want to forget. He focused on the night breeze that filtered into the restaurant, which lacked a door. This mental exercise he used when in emotional turmoil worked perfectly, and he returned to a blank, semi-relaxed state of mind, not great, but it would have to do.<br/><br/>Boundary tensed in his seat when he felt eyes upon him. He could feel anticipation, meaning that the presence had been there for awhile. He was sure he was being watched, he would assume it was a threat. He gulped down the last of his tea and took a few more mouthfuls of ramen before he left the money on the counter and left. If this person was looking for a fight, he did not wish to oblige it in a place filled with people.