1 Human things [Haka | NK] Wed Mar 07, 2018 9:08 am
Fuyuko
A-rank
~Restless~
The night had passed and the sun had risen once more. It was the day after having arrived at the mansion and being assigned a room within it. The night felt almost never ending. The softest squeaks made by the bed or the wind blowing against the window would make her eyes shoot open as if she was wide awake again. The ever looming darkness that she felt surrounded by preventing her from being able to put her mind to rest and sleep properly. If she had managed to even get an hour of total shut eye she would be surprised. Her feelings shouldn’t be misinterpreted however as much as she dreaded being in this place, the house of Sero Osada, at the same time she felt very honored. To be given a room in the house of the man that was captain of the seven swordsman, leader of the Osada clan and right hand of the Mizukage. The lord of the house had a reputation that Fuyuko couldn’t help but respect a whole lot. So while she was afraid of the aura that the man had about him, she couldn’t help but respect him at the same time. In the end her fear of being snapped in two like a twig would still dominate her feelings. Potentially when she had affirmed for herself that such a scenario wouldn’t just randomly pop up she’d be able to get a better nights rest.
For now it had very little meaning to try and stay laying bed, she wasn’t going to get a lot more sleep than she did anyway, if it was even possible to get a minute more. So she would get herself up and about moving in her room. Tip-toeing through the room so that she wouldn’t make noise that could potentially wake up the others in the mansion. There wasn’t too much clothing she had to put back on, having left most of it on incase she would be forced into a scenario where she would need it. However she wouldn’t stay in the same clothes for this day as well, she grabbed a fresh pair of pants, a clean tight fitting t-shirt and a warm fuzzy turtleneck sweater. With the manor being so big and spacious it was colder in the building than she preferred. And finally grabbing her forehead protector on the way to the door of her room. She undid the lock and gently pulled on the door, almost as if she was sneaking through the building, trying to move through it as silently as possible. She moved herself down the hallway towards the bathroom, and prepared to get herself cleaned. Much to her surprise a bath had already been drawn, she quickly took off her clothes and soaked herself into the warm water. The water was nice and hot and warmed her up to the core, the heat of the water relaxing her muscles and sending her mind into a bliss.
~A warm embrace~
Fuyuko dosed off and begun slowly sliding deeper and deeper into the bath until the point where her nose would be unable to breath. Prompting her to shoot up straight and cough frantically to get rid of the water that had reached places it shouldn’t have. When the coughing would finish she got herself out of the bath and dried herself off and looked over to her clothes pile. Had it always been in that position? She shook the idea away so she wouldn’t drive herself paranoid, it was not worth spending her energy on thinking how she left her clothes piled before she entered the bath. Having finished drying herself off she put on her fresh set of clothes. Holding her old set as she made her way out of the bathroom. After opening the door she would have a mini heart attack, a servant was standing on the other side of the door. “You can give your clothes to me, I’ll make sure they will be cleaned and present in your room again by the end of the day. Is there anything else I could do to be of service to you miss?” The servant politely asked. Without much hesitation Fuyuko would hand over her clothes. It made her unsure how to feel however, she had never really been in a situation where she had been served by someone. It made her unsure of what the proper way to respond was. So she would respond like she would normally. “If there is a vegetable soup available, I would like to have that, thank you very much.” She said with a small bow. “I will get right on it miss, it will be served for you in the dining hall. Also there is no need for you to reply so formal miss.” He replied but there would still appear a quick small smile on the servants face. She would follow the servant down the hallway before they’d part ways again and Fuyuko would move herself to the dining hall and get herself seated awaiting the arrival of her soup.
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