1 Breakfast in Konoha: Part Two~ [Jinx Uchiha or Invite Only] Mon Dec 04, 2017 3:39 pm
Destiny
D-rank
”…...” Okay, that little rant was absolutely adorable: there really was no beating around the bush when it came to describing it. In fact, Destiny had to try very hard to keep her face composed as the other female went on a rant about the practicality of her smaller bag verses a much larger purse. It seemed that Jinx has little to no use for a larger bag – save for it acting like a weapon – and much preferred the smaller variant she had with her. She even went so far as to say that none of the larger bags she had would have worked with her outfit anyway. Considering the door that Jinx had just opened by mentioning the attire she wore Destiny gave the other young woman a quick once over, refusing to allow her silvery gaze to linger on anything in particularity for too long. That of course did little to nothing to stop the fairly impure thought that came across her mind, ”Honey, purse be damned you could be carrying around a garbage bag and wearing a sack and you’d still look smoking hot.” It was at that moment that Destiny became very aware of her own thoughts and feelings, as well as quite happy with the fact that telepathic people were a rare and uncommon breed: all while saying a silent prayer that this woman didn’t happen to be one. That would have surely been embarrassing. Deciding it was perhaps time to move on – before she actually did end up uttering something inappropriate out loud – she patted her own rather large bag made out of a blue-jean material. ”If it wasn’t for carrying my art supplies everywhere I don’t think I’d bother with such a large bag either… does tend to become a chore to lug around. Specifically if you’re shopping and the shop keepers don’t know you...” This was by no means far from the truth: she had been asked to leave many a store, or leave her bag at the front, simply because they were weary of thieves – not that she was one to begin with, but they didn’t know that.
Destiny was knocked from her train of both pure and impure thoughts by the female beginning to say something and then cutting herself off – something she had now done twice during their encounter. It struck Destiny at that moment that the other woman might just be as nervous as she was – was Jinx just as socially awkward as Destiny herself? Or, was she perhaps reading the signs wrong? It was adorable and by no means annoying. Either way she was certainly intrigued enough to find out. However, for now it seemed the subject matter of their conversation was changing yet again – not that she minded in the least.
It would seem she was not the only one with talent: from what Jinx mentioned she was a writer, which also explained an earlier comment the woman had made beneath her breath about her ‘illustrator’. It also seemed that their upbringing had been alike in some ways, with parents who were willing to allow them to explore their own wants and aspirations instead of shoving the shinobi path down their throats. However, it was sad to hear that Jinx still had felt pressured by it nonetheless. Either way the slip up of the information seemed to startle Jinx and to give her time to process what she had said Destiny continued on with her drawing, now adding the more minute details that would effectively finish up the piece – just in time too as the couple was paying for their meal and coffee and preparing to leave. Only when Jinx began speaking, inquiring as to whether or not she would be interested in making money with her talent, did her hand pause once more across the page and Destiny look up. Her silvery gaze locked onto the female and remained there while soaking up her next words like a greedy sponge thirsty for water. Her response to the question came immediately and without thought, almost as if fate itself had aligned this very moment into what it was, ”I would be honored to draw for you.” The other female had added something beneath her breath, something that Destiny hadn’t caught due to the arrival of the waitress with their food, but she didn’t dwell on it for now. Instead, she focused on the once more elated feeling soaring through her gut – a gut that grumbled as her plate was placed down in front of her.
It took Jinx mentioning their similarities in food for Destiny to look up once more and see that she was indeed correct: they had ordered the exact same meals. A soft laugh escaped her before she could contain herself, a truly happy expression crossing up on her face that was no longer guarded or well kept – true, raw emotion. ”Oh wow. What are the odds of that?” It was at that moment that Destiny would slip her pencil back into its slot within her bag, closing up her drawing book afterwards and stashing it carefully back inside so that she could truly focus on the food in front of her as well as the excellent company in the form of the Uchiha.
She picked up her sandwich, ignoring the salad completely for now, and took a bite of it which she chewed carefully before swallowing. Another bite followed, enough food to momentarily quell the ravenous beast within her stomach long enough for her to place her sandwich back down on her plate and begin adding dressing to her salad and tossing it, all while focusing on continuing with their conversation. ”So what kind of stories do you write exactly? It was a fair enough question, and definitely one she needed to know – if Jinx was writing something she wasn’t used to drawing then she was going to have to spend some time practicing so that she could get it right: she wasn’t not about to be getting paid for horrible, below average, and below standard work. That was definitely not her style. Either way while she waited for the woman to respond she kept her focus on her salad, spearing a good bite after it was perfectly tossed and popping it into her mouth where she chewed with fairly perfect manners – manners her father and sibling had instilled upon her from a young age.
Word Count: 1,075
Destiny was knocked from her train of both pure and impure thoughts by the female beginning to say something and then cutting herself off – something she had now done twice during their encounter. It struck Destiny at that moment that the other woman might just be as nervous as she was – was Jinx just as socially awkward as Destiny herself? Or, was she perhaps reading the signs wrong? It was adorable and by no means annoying. Either way she was certainly intrigued enough to find out. However, for now it seemed the subject matter of their conversation was changing yet again – not that she minded in the least.
It would seem she was not the only one with talent: from what Jinx mentioned she was a writer, which also explained an earlier comment the woman had made beneath her breath about her ‘illustrator’. It also seemed that their upbringing had been alike in some ways, with parents who were willing to allow them to explore their own wants and aspirations instead of shoving the shinobi path down their throats. However, it was sad to hear that Jinx still had felt pressured by it nonetheless. Either way the slip up of the information seemed to startle Jinx and to give her time to process what she had said Destiny continued on with her drawing, now adding the more minute details that would effectively finish up the piece – just in time too as the couple was paying for their meal and coffee and preparing to leave. Only when Jinx began speaking, inquiring as to whether or not she would be interested in making money with her talent, did her hand pause once more across the page and Destiny look up. Her silvery gaze locked onto the female and remained there while soaking up her next words like a greedy sponge thirsty for water. Her response to the question came immediately and without thought, almost as if fate itself had aligned this very moment into what it was, ”I would be honored to draw for you.” The other female had added something beneath her breath, something that Destiny hadn’t caught due to the arrival of the waitress with their food, but she didn’t dwell on it for now. Instead, she focused on the once more elated feeling soaring through her gut – a gut that grumbled as her plate was placed down in front of her.
It took Jinx mentioning their similarities in food for Destiny to look up once more and see that she was indeed correct: they had ordered the exact same meals. A soft laugh escaped her before she could contain herself, a truly happy expression crossing up on her face that was no longer guarded or well kept – true, raw emotion. ”Oh wow. What are the odds of that?” It was at that moment that Destiny would slip her pencil back into its slot within her bag, closing up her drawing book afterwards and stashing it carefully back inside so that she could truly focus on the food in front of her as well as the excellent company in the form of the Uchiha.
She picked up her sandwich, ignoring the salad completely for now, and took a bite of it which she chewed carefully before swallowing. Another bite followed, enough food to momentarily quell the ravenous beast within her stomach long enough for her to place her sandwich back down on her plate and begin adding dressing to her salad and tossing it, all while focusing on continuing with their conversation. ”So what kind of stories do you write exactly? It was a fair enough question, and definitely one she needed to know – if Jinx was writing something she wasn’t used to drawing then she was going to have to spend some time practicing so that she could get it right: she wasn’t not about to be getting paid for horrible, below average, and below standard work. That was definitely not her style. Either way while she waited for the woman to respond she kept her focus on her salad, spearing a good bite after it was perfectly tossed and popping it into her mouth where she chewed with fairly perfect manners – manners her father and sibling had instilled upon her from a young age.
Word Count: 1,075