Laughing in the Mist [O]
Aug 31, 2012 18:34:35 GMT -8
Post by Shinryu on Aug 31, 2012 18:34:35 GMT -8
I recognized his face. I'd seen him around the village before, at least a handful of times. I had the sneaking suspicion that he too, was a ninja, but I didn't let on. I was much more taken aback by Yokumaru's statement. The Shinobi Gashira?! To think that I was eating breakfast with the Lieutenant of Kirigakure. Many girls would've killed for the chance; then again, I suppose I did kill for the chance, even though it wasn't necessarily something I wanted. Life can be ironic that way, I suppose. Meanwhile, anyway, as I considered the implications of the whole ordeal, the man took his seat. I didn't argue. I'd been granted the same courtesy, so if Yokumaru wanted this man as company, then by all means, he would be allowed to join us.
I wasn't impressed by his overall hygiene, though. He looked as though he rolled out of a bed covered in sweat-stains and cigarette burns only to rub his eyes, throw on his coat, and walk here. I felt that he could have at least put some effort into cleaning up, and shaved that awful looking shadow on his neck. Then again, I was wearing corpse paint, so maybe it was a bit harsh of me to be judging him so much. For all I knew he'd just gotten back from a mission and wanted a bite. Before he went to sleep off the fatigue. He certainly looked as though the years were wearing on him. Wrinkles were starting to form on his skin, and middle age was slowly starting to set in. I wondered silently to myself if any of his hairs were turning gray yet.
I waited silently, letting them play out their greeting. I wouldn't intrude into the conversation where I was unwanted; that would be bad manners. Erstwhile I'd simply twirl my now re-capped paintbrush between my fingers, sigh, and wonder how much longer our food would be; I felt a bubble of acid rise up in my stomach and new that if I didn't eat soon, I was gonna wind up with killer heart-burn, and that would certainly hamper what I had wanted to be a much more productive day than the past few had been. I took another sip of my strawberry milk in order to console my rampaging stomach and waited, listening halfheartedly for an opening in the conversation where I could join in and it wouldn't be awkward.