[ooc: Cont'd from this huge thread.]*after a stop for an aspirin, and another stop to grab clean, warm clothes, she headed to the bathroom, where a long, hot shower awaited her
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*shrugs* Because I'm not. *looks away with a slight blush; it's impossible to be shy around him, after their time in the clearing, but still, it doesn't mean she's not going to blush*
*looks back at him, focusing on his hair with a pensieve look; it had been so soft to thread her fingers through...and Neji hadn't let her still...*...can I comb your hair?
*follows, a small smile on her lips when she realises they're going to the art studio; she likes it there, she's spend weeks in that place, and frankly, it's among her favourite places in the whole school, because it's full of art, and clay, and sculptures, and it smells nice*
*spares the robots a glance* They're still persistent, aren't they? *caught up in her "yay! studio!" moment, she steps right past him, forward into the room*
*doesn't hear the lock being twisted because she is a lame ninja feel safe in this placeis busy peering down at some new figures on the table*
*through the corner of her eye, she notices he's wearing pants, so she turns and walks towards the bed, sitting down on it, and then moving herself until she was sitting where the pillow was, her back leaning against the wall, legs crosses in a lotus possition*
...okay. *leans back against the wall, making herself comfortable as she waits*
*her eyes trail over every detail of the room, every sculpture, figurine, piece of clay; it's been a while since her last visit to this place, and she distinctly remembers having read while sitting on this very bed; it's like re-visiting a place that makes her feel safe and nice and warm*
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*looks back at him, focusing on his hair with a pensieve look; it had been so soft to thread her fingers through...and Neji hadn't let her still...*...can I comb your hair?
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*through the corner of her eye, she notices he's wearing pants, so she turns and walks towards the bed, sitting down on it, and then moving herself until she was sitting where the pillow was, her back leaning against the wall, legs crosses in a lotus possition*
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*her eyes trail over every detail of the room, every sculpture, figurine, piece of clay; it's been a while since her last visit to this place, and she distinctly remembers having read while sitting on this very bed; it's like re-visiting a place that makes her feel safe and nice and warm*
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