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Chocolate Pudding [Nejiko, Yuugao]

Sep 11, 2008 21:27

Nejiko felt so very glad to be home. She still needed to adhere to the same rules as when she was in the hospital, but at home on her own futon where she would not freeze. Being home also meant that Yuugao was much less likely to drop in unannounced. That, too, she counted as a blessing. After his dreaming back at the hospital, she in truth did ( Read more... )

september year 18, rp thread, nejiko, yuugao

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anbu_moon September 12 2008, 01:48:04 UTC

The sheets had been snuck back, his uniform had been cleaned, and he had done enough mantras and intensive workouts that hopefully his mind and body were completely purged of what he...didn't even want to admit to. Not that he even really remembered what had happened. Yes, he had evidence enough of what had likely gone on - the strange relief in his body, the mess... Yes, he had no doubt what had happened. But he didn't know how it had happened or what had been observed by Nejiko. He sincerely hoped she had slept through it all - oblivious to it all. The back of his mind thought not, though ( ... )

weighted_wings September 12 2008, 01:50:31 UTC

Her head snapped to the right to look at the door at the knock, but whether it was because of training or simply being startled from her musings she wouldn't say. Instead she rose from her seat, instinctively smoothing away any wrinkles the pale pewter kimono she wore. The robe was for casual dress, made of lightweight silk that was excellent for Konoha's humid summers, and the headscarf she wore to cover her seal matched it perfectly. Pure white was a color reserved for the main family only, and her usual wardrobe of black felt too much like mourning clothes. She told herself she was over the worst of it, and while her heart agreed it maintained the process was still far from over ( ... )

anbu_moon September 12 2008, 01:52:05 UTC

"Good afternoon, Nejiko-san," he bowed his head and waited for her to gesture for him to enter before he dared to move forward. She had said that Hyuuga were not allowed to use the Byakugan inside the compound, but he still felt self-conscious. Even if they couldn't see him through the walls with their jutsu...perhaps they could still hear him. It wasn't as if the walls were very thick.

Once she had gestured, he bowed his head again and stepped inside, sinking into a cross-legged pose and setting down the tupperware between them.

"You look better," he said, doing his best to not stare at her room. Sure, going to her hospital room was one thing, but visiting her bedroom was quite another. ...and he really needed to stop embarrassing himself or else he'd start blushing or something even worse.

weighted_wings September 12 2008, 02:12:03 UTC

She demurred away the compliment. "As do you," she said truthfully as she knelt on a flat cushion. Yuugao awake and aware (and a little nervous; good, that meant equal footing) was much preferable to him half-dead, even less aware, and fully armed ( ... )