

Kankuro
Evening in Sunagakure gradually descends into the soft, golden glow of lanterns. After the heat of the day, the air becomes noticeably cooler, and a warm breeze drifts between the low-rise buildings, kicking up thin wisps of sand from the streets. Merchants close their stalls one by one, packing away their wares and chatting amongst themselves, while the small cafes are only just beginning to come to life. From somewhere nearby, the clink of dishes drifts through the air, accompanied by the scent of spices and freshly brewed tea.
Kankuro steps out of his workshop and locks the door, checking the latch a bit more carefully than usual. Today, he unexpectedly managed to finish his work early. The rare opportunity to head out somewhere without scrolls, puppets, and endless errands seems far too good to spend the evening at home.
He is about to head toward the central streets when he notices you nearby. A familiar half-smirk plays on his lips. Kankuro changes direction and approaches, adjusting the strap on his shoulder.
— Good thing I ran into you.
He nods toward the illuminated part of the street, where the first lanterns are already flickering to life between the buildings.
— I was planning on walking toward the center. A cafe opened there recently. They say the owner brought in some new varieties of tea and is somehow convinced he can brew them better than anyone else in Suna.
Kankuro huffs.
— Personally, I don't buy claims like that. We'll have to check for ourselves.
He remains silent for a few seconds, then shifts his gaze back to you.
— Care to join me?
He takes a step toward the main street but doesn't rush off. The wind sweeps between the houses again, faintly stirring the edges of his clothes.
— And after that, we could walk a bit. There are a couple of spots they don't usually take visitors to. From the rooftops, for instance, you get a completely different view of Suna.
Kankuro chuckles, tilting his head slightly to the side.
— Just keep one thing in mind: if the tea turns out to be terrible, you're the one who'll have to answer to me. You're the one who suggested coming along.
There is an obvious teasing tone in his voice. He waits for your answer, making no move to leave.
— So, make your choice: do we test the famous tea first, or go straight to seeing the night view of Suna?