Post by Kenji Matsumoto on Jun 25, 2016 2:20:09 GMT
“Kenji!” The shout came from behind the restaurant, into the kitchen. Kenji narrowed his eyes, turning hard back towards the kitchen doors. His voice, though projected with force, was quickly swallowed by the hustle and bustle inside of the Usumurasakiiro Restaurant. “The hell do you want, Masao-San!” This is how it had been at the modernized restaurant for the last couple of months. The restaurant was more than competent in serving the needs of a large number of individuals, though they specialized in all different types of modified barbeque and rice dishes - some inspired by western culture and some inspired by popular korean and japanese dishes. Really, the restaurant’s decision to incorporate more than just your usual culinary fare had done wonders for it when compared to its compatriots. More traditional than fast food, but still quite a bit far from the Japanese norm. Either way, people seemed to like it and that meant that Kenji would need to deal with all of this new patronage the same way his peers did - shouting over the noise and quietly loathing his job.
“I’m takin’ a break!” Kenji’s face fell, before a hostile glimmer shot across his features.
“Break?! Whadya mean break! You can’t just take a - “
“I’m takin’ a break!” The shout came again, followed by the loud clanging of the doors leading out and into the alley from the back of the restaurant. Kenji sighed, rubbing at his eyes. Masao was always taking his break right around the lunch rush - it made things more difficult for the rest of the staff, but he knew they’d manage. He was fortunate that the Owner of the establishment had taken him up on his suggestion regarding hiring two more assisting chefs for the back - it made things easier, if not necessarily better. Kenji brought an arm up and across his forehead to wipe the sweat from his brow. He needed to take a break himself. He took a look around the dining area, and then over to the two bars they had set up on either side of the Restaurant. His eyes trailed over to a young woman standing by the podium in front of the restaurant.
“Shihio-chan, I’m going on break.” He spoke as he walked past her and out the front doors, passing a clipboard over onto the podium and heading out into the street before she could argue. He pushed open the doors, offering a warm and polite smile to a couple who were coming inside, before squeezing past them and immediately taking in a breath of fresh - well - relatively fresh air. He brought his hands up and over his face, before running them through his hair. The oily sensation was not a spectacular one, but he had grown used to it over the past several years. That, along with the heat and the constant noise had made him consider changing careers on more than one occasion.
I’ve got a half hour… I don’t think I’ll go far, but I’ll at least sit on one of the benches on the street. He sighed, making his way towards one of said benches, sitting down and leaning into the backrest. “... Only six hours left.” He muttered quietly, closing his eyes and leaning his head backwards against the back of the bench. Hopefully the day would continue to go as uneventful as it had been. … Hopefully.
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“I’m takin’ a break!” Kenji’s face fell, before a hostile glimmer shot across his features.
“Break?! Whadya mean break! You can’t just take a - “
“I’m takin’ a break!” The shout came again, followed by the loud clanging of the doors leading out and into the alley from the back of the restaurant. Kenji sighed, rubbing at his eyes. Masao was always taking his break right around the lunch rush - it made things more difficult for the rest of the staff, but he knew they’d manage. He was fortunate that the Owner of the establishment had taken him up on his suggestion regarding hiring two more assisting chefs for the back - it made things easier, if not necessarily better. Kenji brought an arm up and across his forehead to wipe the sweat from his brow. He needed to take a break himself. He took a look around the dining area, and then over to the two bars they had set up on either side of the Restaurant. His eyes trailed over to a young woman standing by the podium in front of the restaurant.
“Shihio-chan, I’m going on break.” He spoke as he walked past her and out the front doors, passing a clipboard over onto the podium and heading out into the street before she could argue. He pushed open the doors, offering a warm and polite smile to a couple who were coming inside, before squeezing past them and immediately taking in a breath of fresh - well - relatively fresh air. He brought his hands up and over his face, before running them through his hair. The oily sensation was not a spectacular one, but he had grown used to it over the past several years. That, along with the heat and the constant noise had made him consider changing careers on more than one occasion.
I’ve got a half hour… I don’t think I’ll go far, but I’ll at least sit on one of the benches on the street. He sighed, making his way towards one of said benches, sitting down and leaning into the backrest. “... Only six hours left.” He muttered quietly, closing his eyes and leaning his head backwards against the back of the bench. Hopefully the day would continue to go as uneventful as it had been. … Hopefully.
