[three comment thread] Someone just shoot me now...
Who: Konan and whoever
What: Drama or something of the sort
When: September 22nd, early morning
Where: Cafe Akatsuki
Konan knew that if she looked as bad as she felt, she must look like a fright. Her back was killing her, she was rather cranky after getting absolutely no sleep and to top it off, she had woken up queasy. Needless to say, working in a cafe probably wasn't the best place for someone who was nauseated to be working. Especially since she had to keep swallowing quickly to fight back the urge to heave all over Hidan's shiny coffee machine.
He probably wouldn't appreciate that too much. Perhaps she should distract herself.
Head down, forehead resting against her upturned palms, leaning against the counter, looking ready to kill over. Okay, not the best distraction method but distracting herself meant moving away from the counter, which she didn't think she could do. "Don't think about the smells...ugh, what is Kisame cooking back there?" she muttered to herself. "Where's Hidan when I need him around? I'm sure he'd be happy to help me end my life right now. End my suffering." she moaned, obviously not a good sick person. Or...whatever else could possibly be wrong with her.
{ooc: yeah yeah, hey look - I'm alive. Barely.}
What: Drama or something of the sort
When: September 22nd, early morning
Where: Cafe Akatsuki
Konan knew that if she looked as bad as she felt, she must look like a fright. Her back was killing her, she was rather cranky after getting absolutely no sleep and to top it off, she had woken up queasy. Needless to say, working in a cafe probably wasn't the best place for someone who was nauseated to be working. Especially since she had to keep swallowing quickly to fight back the urge to heave all over Hidan's shiny coffee machine.
He probably wouldn't appreciate that too much. Perhaps she should distract herself.
Head down, forehead resting against her upturned palms, leaning against the counter, looking ready to kill over. Okay, not the best distraction method but distracting herself meant moving away from the counter, which she didn't think she could do. "Don't think about the smells...ugh, what is Kisame cooking back there?" she muttered to herself. "Where's Hidan when I need him around? I'm sure he'd be happy to help me end my life right now. End my suffering." she moaned, obviously not a good sick person. Or...whatever else could possibly be wrong with her.
{ooc: yeah yeah, hey look - I'm alive. Barely.}