(Beweare the spoilers!)

[cherry_ninja]

A door slams shut somewhere upstairs, and minutes later a rather bedraggled Sakura comes down the stairs and flops into a chair in front of the fire. Orochimaru was dead. And Sasuke had killed him

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[throppdescended]

There's a boy down by the fire, tallish and sharpish and holding onto his broom like it might fly away on him. There's a large black cloak about his shoulders, obviously too big for him yet somehow fitting, though most of it is hidden in the shadows from the fire. He startles as she sits, but doesn't say anything.

His cheeks darken a little, though.

[cherry_ninja]

Let's see...cute (not that she's admitting it now) male teammate to one side, might-be-cute-if-she-could-see-his-face guy to another, Buffy across from her...life in the inn is good even when life outside is shitty.

[throppdescended]

He does look at her after a moment, when the fire is the only thing heating his cheeks. He's handsome, in a sharp, ignorant sort of way. His clothing is a bit ragged, which is what happens when you've spent a few weeks on the streets of the Emerald City, but the cloak covers most of that.

[cherry_ninja]

Well, her face has certainly seen better days, but around the puffy red eyes, pale lips, and cheeks flushed from too much crying he's bound to notice the pink hair, green eyes, and almost pixie-esque face. Were she to get up and move he might also note a manner of motion that poke more of battle reflexes and prolonged physical exertion coupled with something akin to a dancer.

[throppdescended]

Pink.

Hmmm.

"How did you get it like that?" he asks without any kind of introduction, no greeting or anything. He just looks at her hair, green green eyes focused on one bang.

[cherry_ninja]

"Eh? Oh, the hair?" She smiles. He's kind of cute, actually. "You'd have to ask my parents...I've had it since I was born."

[throppdescended]

"Oh."

He looks a bit flummoxed.

"I didn't know it came in that color. I've only seen the color on a dress."

Glinda's dress, specifically. It was a very expressive dress, really, the sort of dress tailored in more than one way. Glinda was possibly more pink than her dress, if you got right down to it.

[cherry_ninja]

"Well, there are...a lot of unusual hair colors in my world. There are a lot of unusual people, come to that."

[throppdescended]

"Are any of them green?" he asks, suddenly perhaps more alert than he's been, more alive. Fire in his eyes, reflected but visible. "With green skin? Did any of them have green skin?"

[cherry_ninja]

"Green? Not that I've seen, although there have been a few...oddballs. Like a guy who'd made himself a puppet. Literally."

[throppdescended]

"A Scarecrow?"

A man made into a puppet? He thinks of the Scarecrow, who'd thought to look out for him at least as far as making sure he wasn't tossed out by the Home Guard, and of the Woodman, who hadn't made much of an impression except for being the second biggest whiner in the bunch. More than once he'd thought that they should go without oiling him in the hopes that his jaw might rust shut.

[cherry_ninja]

"Not a scarecrow, no. Rather, they guy was insane enough to turn himself into a living doll. He was also a pain to fight."

(slowtime? mun is sleepy)

[throppdescended]

"Why did he do that?"

[cherry_ninja]

"We're not entirely sure. He was from another village, but it seems that he considered it the highest for of 'art' he could make."