Crassipes had never lived in once place so long in his life as he'd lived around the Lucky Noodle Shop. He'd never intended to stay, far from it, but three years later, he found himself still here, still watching everything that went on around him, all the trials and tribulations. Sure, he was a gossip, but he was a storyteller as well, a risk-seeker, someone who watched and learned and found things out and remembered them. Used to be, he'd learn about what was going on in some parts of the world, move on, and tell people what had been going on. But around here? Around here, there was always something new. He always felt like he should stay for a little while more, because if he left now, he'd be missing the end of a story, and no one liked that!Sure, things had slowed down from when he'd first been here. Then, there had always been action going on, and by action, he meant firefights using couches as cover. He'd heard that it was worse in the beginning, that these days, the shop was actually pretty quiet. If that was so, then the time to move on was probably drawing nigh. But for now, he wanted to make a few more friends. Pen pals were always nice. He dipped his toes into the creek and let the water flow over them.
