[thread] rama rama hare hare [Asuka, Hoshino]

[aburame_h]

[[set just before Team 8 lays siege to the Yuuhi stronghold.]]

It was different than not liking the hospital because Kiba was in it. She still wasn't one-hundred-percent behind the hospital existing, but there wasn't that acute sense of something being wrong. It was different; Asuka wasn't her teammate, or even her sensei.

Not that she had a

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[asuka_sensei]

Asuka was in something of a bind.

Literally.

Stupid boredom. Stupid lack of anything to do. Stupid Aki. Stupid her for attempting to even try knitting the scarf pattern that had come with the ball of yarn and penile knitting needles Aki had brought her. Now she had a huge knotted mess in her lap, part of which was tangled with the beaded prayer bracelet Chiriku had left her, and now she no longer had a clue which way was up. And she couldn't blame her lack of direction on her drugs anymore

[aburame_h]

It was an interesting reaction, to say the least. Not particularly pleased, but certainly intent and not completely unwelcoming. A good enough start; an opening, at any rate.

Nodding in response to the verbal greeting, the girl slid closer to the bed, glasses on, collar up and hands deep in her pockets (one still being gnawed on by a now moderately confused kitten). Thoughts were pulling themselves into things like sentences as she took a moment to study Asuka's face. They needed to talk about loss and anger and trust and sanity. Rather, Hoshino needed to talk about it and was fairly certain it wouldn't do the older woman any harm

[asuka_sensei]

"Well enough," the older woman responded cautiously. It wasn't so much that she distrusted Hoshino's presence as... she had no idea what to make of it. She could understand Kiba visiting her. She could see Hinaji tagging along with Kiba or perhaps with someone else if he had nothing better to do. But Hoshino? Aburame were so deliberate with their actions that there could be no idle reason for the girl to be here. Asuka just didn't know what.

After a beat, she elaboraed, for the sake of polite small talk if nothing else. "I'm better every day, really. It'll be slow going for a long while -" if for no other reason than her left arm would need much more therapy due to the severed muscles in her chest "- but I don't expect they'll be keeping me for too much longer." She hoped.

[aburame_h]

Nodding slowly, Hoshino at last pulled her hand from the scruff of Konchuu's neck and lifted it from her pocket. The noise was minimal as she extended her fingers, making more room for the sudden welling of thick black lines across her hand. It was almost as if the kikaichuu respected the stifling silence of the hospital and were determined to maintain it to the best of their abilities, despite their need to buzz their wings