Post by tsuru yotsuki on Dec 5, 2017 17:31:13 GMT
 scrape together whatever sufferings we can communicate in our touching fingers It was the perfect time during the day: break time. Don't get Tsuru wrong, of course she loves her job as the head medic of Kumogakure. After all, it was a dream to follow in her mother footsteps who previously held the position. At the same time, however, she was human that needed some rest before she'd go back to work. Tsuru was a workaholic, but a workaholic who has limits as to ow far they can go. Tsuru was outside at a little tea shop with a few tables swarming the shop, but only big enough to serve at least two people; two chairs and four tables. Tsuru just so happened to be one of the people sitting outside so she could experience the fresh breeze brushing through her exposed skin. One leg crossed the other as she took a sip of her drink while she released a heavy sigh of relief after she placed her drink down. This is the life. She thought as a smile ran through her lips. And the best of it all, she was alone. While Tsuru doesn't mind company, she wanted to spend her time alone for now. manhi manhi words. ● Mayu Hosazu ● short post but it'll get long. kinda. idk. |
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