| Great Party, But It's Hell on the Furniture [Kotetsu, Katsuko] | [Jan. 10th, 2009|06:54 pm] |
[[Takes place March 20th, two days after Mission: Blow Things Up]]
Katsuko leaned against the cold stone bench, chafing frozen hands. The lights of Konoha had come on, blinking amongst the twisted buildings like fireflies in a particularly screwy field. The evening crowd streamed past her heedlessly, an endless river of flushed faces and cheerful shouts. It was a perfectly lovely, chilly March evening.
She let her head fall against the bench with a loud thunk. Tonight was going to suck. Her little brother's birthday was tomorrow, and she wasn't even allowed to talk to him. Kami on a fucking pogo stick. What did Makoto even look like now? Did he know what she looked like anymore?
Her hands fisted on her lap as she let out a low snarl. |
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