"Family is important. Without we are lost, and being lost never feels good. But I'm apart of the seventh, and they're my family. The entire Gotei is!"
The deep rolling voice of Arkin would reply, despite a level of almost somberness to the words he never stopped smiling. He was good natured that much was sure, and as his bowls where brought his eye's glistened with wanton need to consume. As he prepared to sink in, his gaze shifted to look at her and he immediately noticed her. Being the red blooded, viking chad that he was, that grin of his seemed to shift into something of a sly smile. He wasn't one to be shy, after all.
His own slurping of the Ramen was rather rigorous in it's own right, holding the large bowl with a single hand which almost seemed to far too easy. As he tilted the flexed arm his muscles popping every so much, he'd begin to drink down the juice greedily. He finished that bowl in record time before placing it down, with a sigh of satisfaction looking over to her.
"I have a big hunger, ya' know?" The man asked almost mimicking her, but not in a mocking way but fun one. "I see something I want, I take it. Food, drink..." The man would offer a wink, almost a little too direct. "People. Ah!" He'd wave his hand dismissively. "Sometimes I am too much, tell me, am I being too much for you?" He'd inquire leaning in placing a hand on one of his other bowls of ramen preparing to eat again.
End | The Immortal