Who: H. Sakura (
haruno) & whomever!
What: Sakura walks the new clinic plant back to the clinic. The long, slow, scenic route.
When: March 6th.
Where: Anywhere on ship. Even the public restrooms. For some reason.
Warnings: None!
Sakura balanced the potted fern on one hip, cautiously moving through this part of the hip. The stupid plant was so delicate that any decent speed started tearing at the fronds, and while that wasn't usually something she'd be torn up over, this plant had cost credits. And it supposedly had calming effects in a general area, which could be nice (if by now, feeling irritated, she doubted it actually worked at all) if it were true.
Yet a plant was a plant was a plant, and so Sakura kept on carrying it as she navigated the crowds of the Thor in her commercial pilot uniform. Easier to distract herself with work and extraneous purchases than deal with how she felt about the last few weeks.