Goemon refused to eat his noodles without his chopsticks. When it came to his own culture, he took it very seriously. He didn’t say anything, but he’d been very hungry. The clock ticked, and he was surrounded by a peaceful silence. Nine AM. No Lupin yelling, no Jigen smoking and filling the room with the toxic air. Him and his beloved food, with nothing to ruin them. Just. His. Noodles. He lifted them to his mouth.