Ichirou Sohma
"Uh, okay. I guess," Kishi mumbled. Looking over, he realized the waiter was still there and looking at them both. Kishi gritted his teeth, clenching a fist. "What?!" he yelled at the waiter.
“Food time Ojii-san,” Ichirou shouted happily, patting Kishi on the head and the waiter on the shoulder. “These pregnant women get cranky without our food.” The waiter bowed quickly, making his way off to the kitchen. “Say, Kishi,” Ichirou started again, “no yelling at old men, you got that? I will treat you like a bad little kitty. Spray you with some water or somethin’.” He smiled at the Cat and chuckled. “Do you want to go to a gym after this? You can wail on me! I know you want to, cause everyone does. But I might be able to beat you up … just maybe. I mean, you are a scrawny little guy.” Ichirou punched his chest as he flexed. “And I work out every day.” The waiter returned with a plate of random sushi, along with two extras for them. “Thanks Ojii-san.”