| [Jan. 25th, 2009|09:04 pm] |
Arakaki he'd already met, and Shida he didn't want to. Asuma leaned against the stairway door, armoured shoulderblade pressed against the jamb, and cast an eye over the darkened foyer--and the the woman standing in it.
What had he seen?
"Sign-up desk, Quartermaster..." He lifted a hand, fingers folding down one by one. "Stairs, cellblock... And you. That's it so far." He dropped his hand, pulled up a wry smile. "I spent most of my day wandering around Konoha. They changed things."
Understatement of the decade.
"Hey, where do people live around here? I got a room assigned. Number--shit, hang on, I wrote it down..." On his hand. He glanced at the elbow-length glove strapped into place by an armoured gauntlet, and decided it was too complicated to take off just yet. "Number three-something. Never mind; I'll get it later. How about we just wander around and you can point out things that look cool?" |
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