The Sectors where unbelievably long, what would take ten minutes by car took them upwards of an hour on foot. The hard reality of slum life hit the heir hard. Women much past their prime winked at him, their come-hither looks ad attempted bedroom eyes may have tempted lesser men but it upset his stomach even more.
He had caught sight of a few girls close to his and Reno's age, they called out to him. Some tried their best impression of grace and elegance. The amount of visible skin detracted greatly. At one time, he was sure they would have caught his eye, at least more than a sorrowful gaze he rewarded them with now.
"Hey daddy," one girl successfully managed to break his sphere of protection. She leaned close; she reeked of sweat, his breath heavy with alcohol. Her sunken face reminded him of an old hag and he quickly moved away from her. Reno turned looking at the woman.
"Lady we aren't interested." Reno shoved her away from the Vice President and they continued. She frowned pushing her sagging breast up. Rufus gaged, between the display and his utter disbelief. He wondered how many even made it to the woman's age. She looked well into her later forties, however he quickly found out she was far younger. The slums had definitely taken a toll on the woman, as well as her chosen profession.
The woman frowned, chomping loudly on her gum. She pulled out a PHS, dialing quickly. "Rodney, I's got a problem. Yeah baby I'm in Sector 5. Some little twerp and his equally rude friends." She smirked folding up the phone and placing it in her clutch. Her stilettos tapping on the cracked sidewalk as she trailed them; face contorting to a devilish smile.
To say Rigels' was a hot spot of Midgardian cuisine was a huge over sight. However for a boy from Upper rungs of Junon, where fish and seafood where the main for every meal; the bowl of noodles was a change of pace. Rufus sat perched on the stool, the warm noodles rapidly disappearing. Reno and Rude where slower, pacing themselves.
The blonde-haired person looked at them wide-eyed, "these are amazing."
Reno frowned, glancing to Rude them returning to the other teen, "It's just Ramen."
Rufus nodded, holding his hand up for another bowl, "I have never had them. It's amazing, like it came from Minerva herself."
Rigel smiled at the teens setting another steaming bowl of noodles on the table. Rufus happily started on them. The old man looked at the trio, "your friend must be hungry."
Rufus looked up cheeks stuffed full of ramen, "I love this." Any of the boy's normal refinement dissipated like the steam rising from the noodles. The elderly man smiled walking back to his stand. Reno sat up straight, his eyes arrowing into a glare as he watched the woman approach a large man with her. Rufus sighed, contented. Rigel needed to work at Shinra, he thought of the divine noodles.
His bliss cut short as a large hand landed on his shoulder and he was spin around. The two Turks – trainees, tensed. They had no weapons in case something where to happen. They currently found themselves in a bad position.