[INCOMPLETE] Sakura, Sasori
Who: Sasori and Sakura
When: Evening, October 15th
Where: The river that divides them
Rating: PG (tbc)
Warnings: You know, I'm betting Sakura on this one
Summary: Sasori asks Sakura to meet him one more time. For something important.
Even after just a week in his 'perfect, beautiful' body, adjusting once more was difficult. For starters... he was cold. He had donned one of his puppet cloaks, the ones with the fluffy fur collars. It dwarfed him, somewhat, where he sat on his riverbank. He had the same lantern, the chinese style one, next to him, and had his bony hands held out to it to get some warmth. As for what he was wearing, other than the cloak, except for the toes of his boots, it couldn't be said.
He hoped, hoped, Sakura wasn't going to stand him up. Yes, he was always there first, but if she was more than a half hour later, he was going to consider himself jilted. Then he would go home and complain accordingly to Suzaku.
Like usual.
He would probably complain, either way. Like usual.
When: Evening, October 15th
Where: The river that divides them
Rating: PG (tbc)
Warnings: You know, I'm betting Sakura on this one
Summary: Sasori asks Sakura to meet him one more time. For something important.
Even after just a week in his 'perfect, beautiful' body, adjusting once more was difficult. For starters... he was cold. He had donned one of his puppet cloaks, the ones with the fluffy fur collars. It dwarfed him, somewhat, where he sat on his riverbank. He had the same lantern, the chinese style one, next to him, and had his bony hands held out to it to get some warmth. As for what he was wearing, other than the cloak, except for the toes of his boots, it couldn't be said.
He hoped, hoped, Sakura wasn't going to stand him up. Yes, he was always there first, but if she was more than a half hour later, he was going to consider himself jilted. Then he would go home and complain accordingly to Suzaku.
Like usual.
He would probably complain, either way. Like usual.