Yukito sat at a table, eating from food he'd just stolen. Opening a book, he started to eat. "Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?" A voice asked. He looked up, to see a young jonin standing next to his table. Yukito looked startled. "Uh...no, no one's sitting here." He said nervously. The teenaged jonin sat across from him at the table. Yukito nervously returned to his reading. The jonin watched him, curiously gazing at the book's cover. "It's unusual to see someone so young so interested in art" He remarked. Yukito choked, startled. "I-I'm kind of an artist...my name's Yukito..." He said, stuttering uncharacteristically.