1"I'm just a shot, and then we can die."
Standard Disclaimer.
Lunch. That was what he had decided to. After staring at the blank coding screen for what seemed like ages, he had came up with nothing. He perched his head on the back of his hand and flipped a pencil on the desk as the simple action could make him break out of his block. Lunch didn't sound like a bad idea; exercise and eating seemed to be better than starvation and lack of motivation.
He stood, putting the pen behind the blank keyboard and stretched. His arms moved above him and he bent his torso back, hearing the telltale cracks of stiffness as he dared to go lower and lower without bending his knees. When his head passed his lower back, he called it quits. He returned upright and pulled his shirt back down over his exposed stomach. He looked at his wrist and the economical watch with the black band told him that it was 12:57.
That small place that was in the Shopping District seemed to call out to him. He wasn't in the mood for any more Italian food, however, and the small macaroni grill seemed to make him nauseous. Was it something they snuck into the shrimp? He could have sworn they purposefully lodged themselves down his throat whenever he was talking to someone.
But despite the horrors of choking to death with one of the few people he called friends, he decided to go anyway. The bread they baked there was delicious, and he knew of a neighboring deli that sold good cold cuts. Grabbing his vest that was tossed gingerly on the wooden table, he walked out of the hidden operation while pulling it on and checking for his keys.
The waterfall and the quaint forest was as pleasant and breezy as usual, and as he walked through the trees to the clearing they used as a parking lot, he saw his comrades sparring with one another. His father was somewhere in the woods; he had intended to ask him if the others had eaten yet. No matter, however, he was close friends with people who worked at the establishments he had planned to visit, and they would be more than willing to give him more for his money.
Something had snapped in his aura, and he bent backwards to avoid a roundhouse kick to the side. As he came back up, he blocked several punches, and he kicked the man behind him. The Crimson Thunder had grunted and clutched at his stomach, and with his concentration broken his doppelganger evaporated. Cam looked on as the blonde's uniform seemed to slink off of his frame with a tug to be replaced with a jersey and a faded pair of jeans.
"Are you going out to eat?"
The Samurai raised the hand that held his keys as he responded - "Yeah... I plan on going back to the Shopping District and get a few things." Hunter scratched his head as the older man started to move again. They matched strides, and he finally spoke, "Are you going near Storm Chargers? I have a check I need to pick up... and maybe if you're up to it, we could eat lunch together?"
"Are you asking me out?" - the Samurai had said when he had reached his destination. Hunter pulled his own keys out of his pocket and showed the older man -"Only if you're up to it..." The Samurai smiled; some things were better done with someone else by your side.