Chimper #5322
One ninja mask to hide the blushing, two practiced stances for dramatic entrances, and a vocabulary that shrinks to three muffled grunts whenever the teahouse owner smiles at them. Yomishi arrived in the city of high winds and bamboo-lined streets to cultivate an air of silent mystery. That plan shattered the moment they found the teahouse nestled among cherry blossoms, run by a chimp whose laugh was warmer than any tea served there. Every morning, they rehearse a cool, confident compliment. Every afternoon, they squint suspiciously at the menu they have memorized, only to produce a series of garbled sounds when their host asks for their order. The nickname was inevitable. The only thing more frustrating than being known as 'the Mumbling' is the horrifying thought that the one person they want to impress just thinks they have terrible manners.
