The small towns were boring, but at least the weather was nice. That was the opinion held by Kitti Mookjai. Brazil had some interesting places, places that were familiar and different to the scruffy man from the other side of the world, but right now Monte Santo was boring him greatly. As usual, him and Patricia had split up to go see whatever they wanted to see of the place. Scoping it out, how Kitti saw it. He wanted to find something to do. Just what qualified in that category was very hard to define, because it could be just about anything no matter how illegal or illogical. As long as it was worth doing. There didn't seem to be a single thing worth doing in this whole place, and it gave him a lot of things to blame Patricia for. He wasn't sure if it was her idea to come to this town or his, mostly likely it was just in the way of wherever they were going next, but that wouldn't stop him from saying it was her idea.<br/><br/>He walked through the crowd, not budging or weaving through at all but rather just shouldering past. There was a cut on his cheek and a stain of blood on his cloth-wrapped hands. The simple white tassels around his biceps, traditional wear for a muay thai fighter, blew in the breeze. The cut and the blood was from a fight he'd picked just a few minutes ago. They had said they were tough, tried to act it at least, and so Kitti had punched them to see how tough they really were. The answer was 'not very', as one was knocked out in seconds and the other resorted to using a knife. Kitti really hated knives, he didn't understand how people could ruin all the fun of a hand-to-hand brawl by bringing weapons into it. What did a knife prove about the person wielding it? Nothing at all. He smashed that one's nose in.<br/><br/>But that was about the closest to excitement he'd found in Monte Santo. Sure, there was a whole little festival going on in the town center, but nothing like that interested him very much. Those were things everybody did to have fun, and Kitti demanded to be different from 'everybody'. He was better than that, to just do what the normal thing was. He was an innovator, that's what he was. Yeah. A leader. That's right.<br/><br/>He looked around the square until he could see Patricia, who was never very hard to miss in a crowd, talking to some jerk. Of course he'd ignored whatever the people had been cheering about moments before, he sort of hated people with microphones. They got all the attention. So he made way for Patricia, shoving and shouldering through the crowd. Maybe she was going to beat him up, that'd be fun.