1 If I Could Save Time in a Bottle. [Private/No Kill] Tue Sep 13, 2016 10:07 pm
Kyo
D-rank
Keeping a low profile was a simple matter for anyone who had a basic grasp of social norms. Keep quiet, don't draw too much attention to yourself and blend into the background. Wear something ordinary and downplay your noticeable features as much as you can. Nowhere in that set of instructions did it say to sit across the table from a giant turtle, currently gripping a cup of tea between two rather large sets of claws and sipping calmly every few minutes. That, of course, was exactly what Kyo was doing at the moment. People passing by couldn't help but stare at the odd pair. Kyo, however, didn't seem to notice at all. In fact, she thought she was doing quite a good job at not standing out, since no one had yet come up to speak to her. It was probably because of the fierce looking turtle. The creature in front of her, known as Hibiki, was none the wiser either.
Since coming to Iwagakure a few months ago, this had become fairly routine. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, they would go sit at the same table and drink the same kind of tea. Mostly, they spent their time in silence. Sometimes Kyo would speak and Hibiki would give his customary grunts in response. He didn't have the ability to speak, Kyo could understand the sounds he made better than she could comprehend what other people said most of the time. It made sense, though, seeing as she spent most of her time with the turtle instead of other people. It was the reason for her supposed low profile - people approaching her made her uncomfortable more often than not. And the purpose of this vacation of hers was to keep to herself as much as possible.
"You shouldn't fidget that much, you'll end up breaking the chair again," she said, taking a long sip from her own cup of tea. Her voice was dry and almost void of any emotion, only slight inflections indicating her emotions - a light admonishment. She didn't want to have to be charged for another one. They were pricier than they seemed and had a tendency to cave under the several tons of weight that was Hibiki. He merely grunted as if to say that it wasn't his fault.
"I know, but I get charged anyways," she explained. He grunted again. "No, if you turn small again, you'll just end up swimming in the cup of tea." The turtle looked a little downtrodden at that. He often made himself into a tiny little thing that traveled in Kyo's pocket. It was worth mentioning that he often got manhandled because of it.
Finishing her tea in a few more gulps, Kyo dropped the exact change on the table and got up to leave. Hibiki, of course, followed, looking sadly at the tea he had to leave behind.
[WC: 491]
Since coming to Iwagakure a few months ago, this had become fairly routine. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, they would go sit at the same table and drink the same kind of tea. Mostly, they spent their time in silence. Sometimes Kyo would speak and Hibiki would give his customary grunts in response. He didn't have the ability to speak, Kyo could understand the sounds he made better than she could comprehend what other people said most of the time. It made sense, though, seeing as she spent most of her time with the turtle instead of other people. It was the reason for her supposed low profile - people approaching her made her uncomfortable more often than not. And the purpose of this vacation of hers was to keep to herself as much as possible.
"You shouldn't fidget that much, you'll end up breaking the chair again," she said, taking a long sip from her own cup of tea. Her voice was dry and almost void of any emotion, only slight inflections indicating her emotions - a light admonishment. She didn't want to have to be charged for another one. They were pricier than they seemed and had a tendency to cave under the several tons of weight that was Hibiki. He merely grunted as if to say that it wasn't his fault.
"I know, but I get charged anyways," she explained. He grunted again. "No, if you turn small again, you'll just end up swimming in the cup of tea." The turtle looked a little downtrodden at that. He often made himself into a tiny little thing that traveled in Kyo's pocket. It was worth mentioning that he often got manhandled because of it.
Finishing her tea in a few more gulps, Kyo dropped the exact change on the table and got up to leave. Hibiki, of course, followed, looking sadly at the tea he had to leave behind.
[WC: 491]