The calming patter of his own rain against his skin relaxed every nerve in him, his Rinnegan eyes activated. Deactivating them, his eyes returned back to their dark, bloody, crimson color. A subtle movement of the wind marked Dark's entrance. Upon entering the ramen shop, he could smell the wonderful aroma of each delicate bowl being carefully produced to the customers' liking. Scanning the room, he took a seat next to a kunoichi who was chatting with someone sitting next to her. From the corner of his eye, he could see her long purple hair moving as she shrugged, her soft voice as she commented on something about her problems. Turning forward, he sighed, watching as the waitress reached him. She pulled out her little notepad and looked up, smiling a wide smile that had a hint of crazy in it, yet he would almost definitely call her insane if her job didn't call for smiling to customers and showing them proper service.
"Welcome to Ichiraku Ramen! What would you like sir?" she squeaked. Her high pitched voice sounded tired, yet she showed no sign of it. Resilient one... Dark thought to himself, Nagato smirking at his comment. "I'll have whatever she's having..." Dark answered, turning his head to the purple haired girl next to him and nodding. She quickly scribbled whatever it was down and ripped the piece of paper out, handing it to the chef. While he was soaking the noodles, he nodded as he read the sheet of parchment, going on to finish a bowl of ramen. The confident chef slid around the kitchen swiftly as he collected the ingredients, making another bowl of delicious lunch. Lightly flipping his hair, Dark could hear the water that clung to his red jacket hit the tiled flooring, closing his eyes as he controlled the excess water that was soaked into his jacket. Exhaling lightly, all of the water suddenly fell to the floor with a silent swoosh, hearing the screeching sound of someone's shoes against the wet floor as they slid.