I looked into your eyes...
Who: Uchiha Sasuke and Haruno Sakura
What: Sakura runs into her once-upon-a-time teammate as he returns to his room. The one right across the hall from hers.
When: 10/19
Where: 2nd Floor, Cair Paradisa
Rating: PG Ridiculous; will update as necessary
Sakura pushed her hair back off her forehead, eyeing the forehead protector that sat on her dresser. She meant to put it back on after her shower, but varios distraction after various distract had meant that she'd left it lying out, unattended. Not that it mattered. The not-quite-phantasms that seemed to put their invisible hands into everything around here were holding off for now. Early on, in her nonverbal, highly gesticulative way, Sakura had put a stop to them moving her things around (what she called their attempts to pick up after her, since they were almost instantaneous at the time) and secured herself the right to clean up after herself, to an extent.
They were still polishing the bathroom tile, but she wasn't sure if there was any real way to get them to stop that particular ridiculous shenanigan.
Sighing, she moved over to her dresser, closing her eyes to absorb the only sounds she really vocalized anymore. Her tongue clicked; yes, that was definitely her. She whistled a note, a poor imitation of a bird's call from back home, and was also content knowing that noise, too, could be traced back to her. Pushing air out against the back of her teeth produced a hiss; while her laughter didn't have volume, she'd found (unintentially) that it still came from her guy, every so often. Her own hands told her nothing was wrong with her vocal folds -- her voice was simply not there.
But she was learning that didn't make her silent, not if she didn't want to be. Bending over and tying in her headband, Sakura figured that was more than she might have been granted, and for that, she was glad. As much as she was missing the sound ofher own voice, and hating her inability to speak out as she was used to, she was otherwise healthy, hale, and whole -- no missing memories, no mysterious missing skills.
Simply, she thought, stepping out into the hall, a certain lack of -- Sasuke-kun.
And while this indeed was also true, it was hardly the logical conclusion to her throught process, and instead a reaction to a person she'd been "trying" to see since she learned he was here with her, let alone that he was across the hall. Now he was there, and Sakura felt (no, knew) she couldn't let this chance slip by uncommented upon.
Which explained why she was clapping her hands together with a deliberate, loud smack, if it wasn't explaining the peculiar mix of relief and tension visible on her face.
What: Sakura runs into her once-upon-a-time teammate as he returns to his room. The one right across the hall from hers.
When: 10/19
Where: 2nd Floor, Cair Paradisa
Rating: PG Ridiculous; will update as necessary
Sakura pushed her hair back off her forehead, eyeing the forehead protector that sat on her dresser. She meant to put it back on after her shower, but varios distraction after various distract had meant that she'd left it lying out, unattended. Not that it mattered. The not-quite-phantasms that seemed to put their invisible hands into everything around here were holding off for now. Early on, in her nonverbal, highly gesticulative way, Sakura had put a stop to them moving her things around (what she called their attempts to pick up after her, since they were almost instantaneous at the time) and secured herself the right to clean up after herself, to an extent.
They were still polishing the bathroom tile, but she wasn't sure if there was any real way to get them to stop that particular ridiculous shenanigan.
Sighing, she moved over to her dresser, closing her eyes to absorb the only sounds she really vocalized anymore. Her tongue clicked; yes, that was definitely her. She whistled a note, a poor imitation of a bird's call from back home, and was also content knowing that noise, too, could be traced back to her. Pushing air out against the back of her teeth produced a hiss; while her laughter didn't have volume, she'd found (unintentially) that it still came from her guy, every so often. Her own hands told her nothing was wrong with her vocal folds -- her voice was simply not there.
But she was learning that didn't make her silent, not if she didn't want to be. Bending over and tying in her headband, Sakura figured that was more than she might have been granted, and for that, she was glad. As much as she was missing the sound ofher own voice, and hating her inability to speak out as she was used to, she was otherwise healthy, hale, and whole -- no missing memories, no mysterious missing skills.
Simply, she thought, stepping out into the hall, a certain lack of -- Sasuke-kun.
And while this indeed was also true, it was hardly the logical conclusion to her throught process, and instead a reaction to a person she'd been "trying" to see since she learned he was here with her, let alone that he was across the hall. Now he was there, and Sakura felt (no, knew) she couldn't let this chance slip by uncommented upon.
Which explained why she was clapping her hands together with a deliberate, loud smack, if it wasn't explaining the peculiar mix of relief and tension visible on her face.