1 I'm a Dragon? [Suutei/Training/NK] Mon Dec 29, 2014 1:20 pm
Julius
D-rank
Sky blue eyes glared venomously at the white walls, hoping that she could get clearance to have the okay to get out of here. Rubbing her arm she winced slightly as a sudden jolt of pain ran through her like a hot kunai. While she wasn't necessarily mad at her new training partner she was mad at herself for getting her ass handed to her despite knowing that she had no chance in hell of beating the fucking shikiyo into the ground. Minutes passed and the clock ticked on and with it so did her anger. She slightly grinded her teeth annoyed wondering where the fuck was that bitch of a doctor was. Taking a deep breath she tensed a bit when the door creaked open till it done in the fullest and opened her mouth to curse the woman out but she stopped herself trying to remember the progress she has been making lately. That was until the woman started lecturing her the most nasally voice ever. Okay fuck this...
An hour and a half later...
For some odd reason a slightly intoxicated Aimi was sitting at the bar of the Dragon's Tongue with a very drunk scantily dressed blonde doctor latching on her shoulder. It took a couple minutes till she realized that she was no longer in her hospital robes but rather white long selves shirt, a sleeveless red jacket left unzipped, black short with matching thigh high stockings and red combat boots. Her forehead protector and necklace loosely thrown over her neck, gloves on each hand, her bandanna which held her shuriken on her right wrist, her kunai in her left boot and a small bottle of her family's own signature chakra sensitive ink in her right hand with a cosmo in the other. The blonde giggled at something random the bartender said and pressed her assets against her arm taking Aimi by surprise till she noticed a few light red marks on her body but slowly and surely she connected the dots.....why the hell did she agree to take this chick out!
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An hour and a half later...
For some odd reason a slightly intoxicated Aimi was sitting at the bar of the Dragon's Tongue with a very drunk scantily dressed blonde doctor latching on her shoulder. It took a couple minutes till she realized that she was no longer in her hospital robes but rather white long selves shirt, a sleeveless red jacket left unzipped, black short with matching thigh high stockings and red combat boots. Her forehead protector and necklace loosely thrown over her neck, gloves on each hand, her bandanna which held her shuriken on her right wrist, her kunai in her left boot and a small bottle of her family's own signature chakra sensitive ink in her right hand with a cosmo in the other. The blonde giggled at something random the bartender said and pressed her assets against her arm taking Aimi by surprise till she noticed a few light red marks on her body but slowly and surely she connected the dots.....why the hell did she agree to take this chick out!
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