Sleepy Tiems Nao [Sachiko, Kakami, and Kiba]
Set the day after gala asplosions.
The day after the gala was not a quiet one, of respite and recovery after a hellish fight. It was the beginning of picking up the pieces and trying to put them back into place. Countless had been injured, a few had died, and it was a total mess. Chunks of stone were everywhere and the acrid smell of smoke and soot hung heavy in the air. Kiba could smell blood as well, and someone's body rotting somewhere. It was impossible that everyone had gotten out alive, not with civilians.
Kiba hated that smell.
Kureno had been badly injured and Rin too. The Inuzuka had visited both and done all she could until she simply couldn't take anymore. There hadn't been any time to change and she was still in her under-kimono from the day before. Wearily she headed to where she knew Sachiko was being kept (... poor Sachiko, she hadn't even done anything this time) and didn't bother to knock. She simply pushed open the door and stepped inside.
A wearied grunt was given to Kakami, but she headed towards Sachiko with a single minded focus. Her voice, when she spoke, was rough and exhausted. "Hey." When Sachiko responded, she continued. "... can I sleep?"
Now was not a time to be alone.
The day after the gala was not a quiet one, of respite and recovery after a hellish fight. It was the beginning of picking up the pieces and trying to put them back into place. Countless had been injured, a few had died, and it was a total mess. Chunks of stone were everywhere and the acrid smell of smoke and soot hung heavy in the air. Kiba could smell blood as well, and someone's body rotting somewhere. It was impossible that everyone had gotten out alive, not with civilians.
Kiba hated that smell.
Kureno had been badly injured and Rin too. The Inuzuka had visited both and done all she could until she simply couldn't take anymore. There hadn't been any time to change and she was still in her under-kimono from the day before. Wearily she headed to where she knew Sachiko was being kept (... poor Sachiko, she hadn't even done anything this time) and didn't bother to knock. She simply pushed open the door and stepped inside.
A wearied grunt was given to Kakami, but she headed towards Sachiko with a single minded focus. Her voice, when she spoke, was rough and exhausted. "Hey." When Sachiko responded, she continued. "... can I sleep?"
Now was not a time to be alone.