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A small, out-of-the-way rest spot that never seems to close, and despite the lack of staff, as the cafe is more designed for self-service, is friendly enough in atmosphere that even ninjas and travelers at odds hardly ever come to death-struggles.
This quiet little spot is meant for the profiled (and approved) characters to get to know each other. Some could say it is a pathetic excuse to attempt to bridge the divides between the Villages, but, then, why do those same nay-sayers always seems to be around for their favorite teas, coffees, etc.? You be the judge.
The only person who ever seems to be at the cafe, all the time, is an old man (an NPC) named Thurin who sits in a well-crafted rocking chair, sometimes carving something, sometimes smoking a pipe, and sometimes napping, but who is always willing to lend a few wise words.

Kaze walked up the path towards the little cafe. He greeted the old man respectibly and entered into the much cooler store, unfortunatly is wasn't as peaceful as outside. There was a tiny fox that seemd to be barking at a small rat that ran circles around another ninja. He took a seat near the corner and watched things play out before grabbing himself some oolong tea. The event ended with rat running away and a ninja that stormed out of the building. He sighed thinking that this wasn't a good day to relax. He got and made himself some tea.

Tomas frowned to himself as he stared at the ground between his feet. He hated it when people talked about him like that...and then he caused a scene.... he started to sigh, but it caught in his throat as he was started by someone behind him.
"You shouldn't sweat the little things," a girl laughed quietly behind him. He turned, eyes fierce at first, his tongue already wanting to start as his words were thrown back at him, but he saw her face. There was no malice in her words. He took a breath and settled himself again as the fox sat on the bench next to him, so the little critter's head was level with his.
His mouth quirked at her additional remarks. "I suppose that's true. Though, to tell the truth, I wasn't really paying attention to your ears when I saw you inside." He spoke the words not embarrassed, but straight-forward. He didn't mean anything by them, but as he held the bisquit i hand, he frowned as he realized what it must have sounded like he'd said.
His face turned red. "I'm soryy, I- that is-" He sighed. He'd spoken without thinking again. He always acted like he did it on purpose,but it was a small act he did. It was bad enough he got into trouble for other reasons.
A small sqeak, almost apologetic pulled his attentoin to the small rat near his feet. "Damnit," he said a little more loudly than he'd intended, "why the hell do you have to keep following me? Why don't you just leave?!"

"The worst part is that I can't find myself raising a hand against them. I want to kick them, scare them away, throw a knife and end it, but I can't." A lump threatened to tear a sob out from his frustration. He found it so easy to confide in this girl. It creeped him out, but it didn't seem to matter all of a sudden. He took a deep breath before his voice broke. He was shinobi; emotion was not a part of the immediate equation. He stilled his voice to the same levelness he'd used inside the cafe. "At least elephants would give me status. Rats only seem to creep people out."
Tomas smiled mirthlessly. "You know what's truly ironic? My family's crest bear's the character for 'rat' in it. I'd never really payed much attention to it before."
He fixed his eye on the rat, the same from the trail, the same from the cafe. He all but glared at it. "Leave me be, little one. I don't want your company right now."
The rat squeaked, then dashed off into the tall grasses. "It isn't always easy to get rid of them. They always seem to come...regardless."

Oendai quirked a ghost of a smile. "Fat chance of discussing anything with Grandfather. He passed on four years ago come this Spring. I think Grandmother must know something, but she'll avoid the topic whenever possible." He took a deep breath and turned to regard the girl beside him.
"I apologize for bringing you this trouble. It isn't a very good way for me to be representing my Village," as he said this, his right hand reflexively reached to touch the plate hanging across the shoulder of his left arm. It had been very cleverly sewed on at the ends, and into the canvas patching at the shoulders. Despite a few alterations to make his appearance more in style with the feel of Konoha, there were still significant portions of Owen's garb that went toward displaying his respect toward the Grass Village.
And although he absorbed some of what he'd been consoled with from the girl, as if to prove he wasn;t alone with odd animal connections, Owen just sort of shook his head. Though he had to admit...
"I guess you're right though. It could be worse; I could have scorpions. You're not from Konoha nor the Grass Village, I can twell that much. But you don't seem to have come too far a distance, either. May I ask which Village you come from?" Owen would much rather change topics anyway. He hated to bring too much focus to himself, and he'd been allowing too much indulgence today as it was. He'd just have to try and come to a middle ground with his...strange talents.

Owen sweatdropped at the unexpected barrage of apology and hasty introduction. His face broke in a wide, nervous smile. "Uh, I'm not sure that was all necessary...really...."
But it made Owen realize that he hadn't introduced himself at all, either. His smile became a wide grin. He raised a hand in casual greeting. "Ah, I'm Oendai Bankou, but 'Owen'll be fine. Fourteen, Konohagakure."
He mused about something for a moment. "So, you're from the Dark Village, eh?"
Visions of 'Dark' evil ninjas melting out of people's shadows played through his mind. "So, I'm sure you get this a lot but.... you're not 'evil' or anything are you?" He sweatdropped again. Like an 'evil' ninja would really say if they were 'evil' or not, right?