A meal with company: 1 Without company: 0. [complete]
Character(s): Ayame and Naminé
Content: Skipping out for breakfast, Ayame comes across a certain blonde artist.
Setting: Around the Hajimaru.
Time: Early morning.
Warnings: Teasing little children? :x Dunno. They're pretty harmless.
Breathing in the pungent seasalt air, the honey-eyed kunoichi hopped off her ship for breakfast. She landed soft as a cat onto the damp, wood planks closest to the ship. Readjusting her scarf so that if covered the bottom half of her face, she strolled towards a tiny, just-opened-for-the-morning straw-roofed shack up the granite path. There, she bought a medium-sized mostly-dry breakfast: hashbrowns, boiled rice, a variety of steamed vegetables, some fish, and a mandarin. All neatly packed into a bento, an envelope containing wooden chopsticks was slipped into a paper bag and handed to the Ayame. She dropped a folded bill on the counter and head off to her eating place.
A little ways from the shore below a canopy of palm trees was mound of sandstone boulders. It was the perfect spot for people who wished to eat in peace. Only the wind, trees, and ocean were there to watch and she would be left undisturbed--unless the monkeys or seagulls decided to mess with her. It wouldn't end nicely if that happened. Remembering that, Ayame gripped the sheathed tanto on her waist, keenly watching the winged scavengers.
Upon confirming her security, Ayame effortlessly hopped up the rocks to the highest and flattest spot of the structure. She set down her meal and set to laying it out like the palace maids taught her to. It was a habit she actually appreciated.
Content: Skipping out for breakfast, Ayame comes across a certain blonde artist.
Setting: Around the Hajimaru.
Time: Early morning.
Warnings: Teasing little children? :x Dunno. They're pretty harmless.
Breathing in the pungent seasalt air, the honey-eyed kunoichi hopped off her ship for breakfast. She landed soft as a cat onto the damp, wood planks closest to the ship. Readjusting her scarf so that if covered the bottom half of her face, she strolled towards a tiny, just-opened-for-the-morning straw-roofed shack up the granite path. There, she bought a medium-sized mostly-dry breakfast: hashbrowns, boiled rice, a variety of steamed vegetables, some fish, and a mandarin. All neatly packed into a bento, an envelope containing wooden chopsticks was slipped into a paper bag and handed to the Ayame. She dropped a folded bill on the counter and head off to her eating place.
A little ways from the shore below a canopy of palm trees was mound of sandstone boulders. It was the perfect spot for people who wished to eat in peace. Only the wind, trees, and ocean were there to watch and she would be left undisturbed--unless the monkeys or seagulls decided to mess with her. It wouldn't end nicely if that happened. Remembering that, Ayame gripped the sheathed tanto on her waist, keenly watching the winged scavengers.
Upon confirming her security, Ayame effortlessly hopped up the rocks to the highest and flattest spot of the structure. She set down her meal and set to laying it out like the palace maids taught her to. It was a habit she actually appreciated.