F4 [after Yuffie leaves]tostepforwardJune 1 2009, 08:35:16 UTC
Dinner had been rather quiet for the last half, with the kind of quiet that was almost a tangible presence in the room. Ayumu wasn't exactly upset that she and her roommate weren't the best of friends - the person Sen was supposed to be really wouldn't get along with someone like Yuffie, and she still regarded the girl with quite a bit of suspicion despite her apparent friendship with Okita. However, it did make for a somewhat tense living environment during the short time they were forced to spend together.
Ah, well.
Ayumu waited quietly until she heard Yuffie depart with her unnamed female friend, at which point she quickly made her preparations for the evening. With her rudimentary weaponry stowed in place under her clothing, she paused to regard her journal for a moment. It wouldn't be easy to travel with that, not if she wanted to keep her hands free. And yet she hadn't let the thing out of her reach since she'd started storing incriminating evidence within its pages.
She finally sighed and carefully stashed the thing under the mattress in the place of the scalpels she'd removed, hoping that nobody would, for some entirely implausible reason, decide to search her room while she was out. Unlikely it might be, but she had long ago learned that in her line of work the unlikely could and would become likely at the most inconvenient moments.
Still, there was no help for it. Ayumu pulled out the pen holding her hair in its knot, letting it fall about her face and hopefully hide her at least partially from view, then headed out into the hallway.
Ah, well.
Ayumu waited quietly until she heard Yuffie depart with her unnamed female friend, at which point she quickly made her preparations for the evening. With her rudimentary weaponry stowed in place under her clothing, she paused to regard her journal for a moment. It wouldn't be easy to travel with that, not if she wanted to keep her hands free. And yet she hadn't let the thing out of her reach since she'd started storing incriminating evidence within its pages.
She finally sighed and carefully stashed the thing under the mattress in the place of the scalpels she'd removed, hoping that nobody would, for some entirely implausible reason, decide to search her room while she was out. Unlikely it might be, but she had long ago learned that in her line of work the unlikely could and would become likely at the most inconvenient moments.
Still, there was no help for it. Ayumu pulled out the pen holding her hair in its knot, letting it fall about her face and hopefully hide her at least partially from view, then headed out into the hallway.
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