Seeing her glance to her right. The girl had poor perception. Or maybe, He was just too used at hiding himself and his presence. With a sigh he approached from the left. He did not ware his Akasuki uniform, but more of that of an anbu. With simple black on and fisnet travelling down his arms under his shirt. His nails painted black and his hair, as usual, pulled back into a tight ponytail.
Itachi was not one to expose most of his body. He liked to remain as covered as possible. What Hotaru was hoping to achieve through this so called date, he was not quite able to understand. Surely the girl knew that he did not love her. She possibly wanted this just to stablize herself, or quinch her thirst.
He stood with a hand in his pocked. He missed his cloak. Even something long and covering would do for now. Unfortunately, he had not found such lately.
After looking from the right, Hotaru's eyes skims to the left. Seeing someone there, her eyes trail up seeing it is Itachi wearing a different uniform. At first glance, her eyes quickly trail away from him. She felt a blush from her cheek as she brush a couple strains of hair behind her ear. She felt happy he came.
Hotaru begins to lift herself from her bench. Brushing her skirt as she stood, she holds her hand resting them on her lap again looking up at him. Calming herself down, she smiles to him, "you came."
"Was I expected not to?" Itachi asked as he looked to the shy girl. He sighed inwardly. He knew the basics of what dating was, he knew what people did, especially after studying them. The only main contrast between the two of them was that hotaru was very shy. It would be hard to keep the awkwardness out of such an ordeal as this between the two of them.
The girl was not hideous, rather pretty for most standards. Expecially from where he had come from. Ninja women were not always the best looking. Either way, he was used to bold strong and oppinionated wemon. Hotaru, was very off from that target. Aiming to please, she always seemed. Which made her a better tool, than a partner or love interest.
Hotaru was indeed shy. She isn't used to socializing with people especially from past experiance. Still, it surprised her as well for asking. The girl tilts her head down hiding her shyfull manner shaking her head, "no...I wouldn't have doubts of you."
She didn't know how to lead here. Should she follow him, should she lead? Hotaru didn't know how to start. She wants to be by his side that's one thing for sure. Instead, Hotaru turns her body aside bringing her palm up ready to go.
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Itachi was not one to expose most of his body. He liked to remain as covered as possible. What Hotaru was hoping to achieve through this so called date, he was not quite able to understand. Surely the girl knew that he did not love her. She possibly wanted this just to stablize herself, or quinch her thirst.
He stood with a hand in his pocked. He missed his cloak. Even something long and covering would do for now. Unfortunately, he had not found such lately.
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Hotaru begins to lift herself from her bench. Brushing her skirt as she stood, she holds her hand resting them on her lap again looking up at him. Calming herself down, she smiles to him, "you came."
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The girl was not hideous, rather pretty for most standards. Expecially from where he had come from. Ninja women were not always the best looking. Either way, he was used to bold strong and oppinionated wemon. Hotaru, was very off from that target. Aiming to please, she always seemed. Which made her a better tool, than a partner or love interest.
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She didn't know how to lead here. Should she follow him, should she lead? Hotaru didn't know how to start. She wants to be by his side that's one thing for sure. Instead, Hotaru turns her body aside bringing her palm up ready to go.
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