| For me and my friend. "Dammit, I over slept? Not again!" Such a normal morning at the Chibikko house. What was the Chibikko house? It was an orphanage where a young male name Akira Tadkoro grew up. Pushing the kotatsu that he was sleeping near aside, the young psycho driver grabbed his pants and pulled them on. His appearance was of a young teenage boy. His hair was a dark tan colour and spiked no less. He had blond bang accents, which looked rather odd, but he seemed to like that. He had scars on his body. The most noticeable ones being the Cross shaped one on his forehead and the slash across his chest. There were a few on his torso area and arms as well. Mainly from the fights he always gotten himself in. "Dammit! Dammit! I need to be settin' up that Taiyaki stand, I over slept again! Damn that Watanabe. When I get m'hands on that kid..." Muttering a bit more, he reached for his belt. The beloved skull and crossbones belt he loved wearing and had ever since he was fourteen. Rubbing the side of his face, he reached for his coat and slung it over his left shoulder. He hoped he could sneak out of the house, so he could get things set up at the park. Though, he wondered if he was going to get caught. More so caught by one of the other orphans or Watanabe. Picking up his black scarf, he would tie that around his neck. It seemed like everyone was up already. Aside from Akira who just woke up. Letting off an obnoxious yawn, the physic bruiser decided to tip-toe quietly to the door, hoping he wouldn't draw any attention. Looking over to his left, the children that he saw as his younger siblings were watching the television. Possibly catching some early morning cartoons or whatever caught their interests.Good. He was nearly at the doorway. He could grab his sneaks, toss on his coat and head outside. "Almost there... jus'..." However, he nearly froze in step. His stomach emitted a low growl. Possibly from sleeping nearly past breakfast. He couldn't wander into the kitchen and grab a few ongris to snack on. He'd get caught. Placing his hand on his belly, Akira gulped a bit. Would he get caught by one of the orphans? Or was it safe to go? They were really drawn to that flashy, robot programme on the television anyway. Hoping his stomach wouldn't rumble again, he pulled on his shoes, slipped on his long coat and made his way outside, that until, he heard a voice. "Akira!" Stopping in his tracks, the young biker scoffed softly. "Whaddya want, Watanabe. Did I catch yer attention or somethin'? I'm in a hurry." The young orphan boy beamed at the teen and handed him an ongri. A rather cheesy, yet shit eating grin was on his face. Akira however was rather baffled. Shrugging a bit, he took a bite of the free treat and placed one hand in his pants pockets. "Ya heard m'tummy, didn't ya? Ah well. Wat, I'm headin' out. Tell Kaiori that I will be back 'fore nightfall!" "Akira, Also, Another thing! We are on that 'thing' again tonight. Taeko got some new, you know whats and..." Stuffing the ongri in his mouth and wiping the excess rice off his cheeks, Akira gave a nod. "Sure. Sure. Before bed time, 'kay? Same bathroom. Jus'. Do it when she ain't looking, okay?" Giving a salute,Little Watanabe headed back over to the other children to catch the last minuet of their show. That was close, even for Akira's standards. Scooting out the door, he hopped on his motorcycle and revved it. Riding off, the young male would ride to the park and set up his stand. At least it was faster than walking. That was for sure.