| [Dec. 30th, 2008|08:46 pm] |
Tsume twitched away at the hand on her arm, whipping around snake-fast to look at whoever had snuck up. Even with chakra, the area was so crowded she might not have felt him. At least, that's what she told herself, trying not to think about the spar that had gone so poorly the day before.
She didn't know him. Except he smelled familiar. Tsume paused, a slight frown between her brows, and leaned in to get another sniff. The man--boy--in front of her flinched back but didn't otherwise move. His blood rushed under his skin though, warming his scent and making him flush. Even without that, she'd have smelled the sudden sweet reek of embarrassment. Tsume rocked back on her heels and look up at him. He wasn't much taller than she was--her eyeline was at the narrow arch of his nose--
Well. Almost. If she stared level, she was looking at the hollow under his jaw. Close enough.
She tipped her head. "You live on the bottom floor. Have we met?" She knew they hadn't, but it seemed polite to ask. If her tone was a little bit cooler than it usually was, she couldn't be blamed. All this powerlessness and knowing that another Inuzuka would push was making her twitchy. |
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