The Eleventh Hour [℗;Yuuza]
Jun 23, 2011 4:11:09 GMT -8
Post by Petrikov on Jun 23, 2011 4:11:09 GMT -8
After setting down what was apparently a water-filled gourd, based on the sloshing sound that resonated once it touched ground, the stranger would inquire as to why Hei was here. In the Country of Water. And, to be honest, the Airontoku didn't have an honest reason why. He'd been wandering around for so long that everything he passed and saw became indistinguishable.Green pastures, mostly. For my sheep.
He'd answer, gesturing towards his flock with a slight toss of his head. A smile constantly rested lightly on his features, and he watched with mild interest as the nuke-nin removed a steel mask and sighed. He excused himself shortly afterwards, expressing his wonder on whether he came off as rude to the eye-patched male or not. Hei would listen to his words solemnly, and continue to prod the fire with his moss-covered stick.
Same as it ever was. *chuckle* Ninja nowadays... village ninja- always starting shit senselessly. It's a shame, really. The things one could learn just by sitting across from another warrior, hm?
[/color][/center]He would pause to look up at the expanse of night sky above, glancing at them from behind the green contact shielding his exposed eye. He wondered whether he should take it off. After all, the stranger he was currently talking to had a unique eye color as well. Would the Airontoku's blood red pupils surprise him at all? Filing away that idea for later, he would continue with his dialogue. Turning his gaze back towards the nuke-nin from Takigakure. A smile across the firelight.
The name's Hei, by the way. Hei Burabiya.
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