1 Let's Get Some Cupcakes... [Tre or Invite] Fri Oct 21, 2016 7:55 pm
Nana
D-rank
Well, Iwa was certainly interesting... if you liked looking at rocks all damned day. Okay, so the place wasn't that bad: maybe her slightly irritated mood was just making her a bit cranky. She had woken up about an hour ago - the birds chirping waking her up far before her eight in the morning alarm was supposed to - to the arm that had been crushed almost completely just a week or so prior throbbing in pain. Amaya had told her it might happen from time to time, but it had almost been enough to make her scream: something she held back from doing since she didn't want Tre, Kenta, or their new friend to come running in thinking something was wrong.
No, last thing she needed was several people blowing a hole through the wall thinking she was in some kind of trouble. Nope, nope, and nope. Still rubbing her sore arm, and not yet bothering to change out of her white basketball style shorts or tank top let alone fix the messy bun at the top of her head, Nana left her room and entered into the main area of the suite. The moment her bedroom door was open the wonderful smell of brewing coffee reached her nose and she groaned in anticipation of the cup she was about to get.
Half blind at the moment given her eyes hadn't fully opened she stumbled her way toward the smell of the coffee, thankfully avoiding anything she might have run into. She grabbed a clean cup off of the counter, poured herself a mug full, threw some sugar and creamer into it, and then made her way over to one of the stools by the counter. No sooner did she put the mug down that she began to rub her previously injured arm again.
"... Fuck man." she muttered beneath her breath.
Wordcount: 311
No, last thing she needed was several people blowing a hole through the wall thinking she was in some kind of trouble. Nope, nope, and nope. Still rubbing her sore arm, and not yet bothering to change out of her white basketball style shorts or tank top let alone fix the messy bun at the top of her head, Nana left her room and entered into the main area of the suite. The moment her bedroom door was open the wonderful smell of brewing coffee reached her nose and she groaned in anticipation of the cup she was about to get.
Half blind at the moment given her eyes hadn't fully opened she stumbled her way toward the smell of the coffee, thankfully avoiding anything she might have run into. She grabbed a clean cup off of the counter, poured herself a mug full, threw some sugar and creamer into it, and then made her way over to one of the stools by the counter. No sooner did she put the mug down that she began to rub her previously injured arm again.
"... Fuck man." she muttered beneath her breath.
Wordcount: 311