1 The Stranger [Himitsu, or Invite][No Kill] Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:54 pm
Ai Tsukino
D-rank
Ai was... bored? No, maybe bored wasn't exactly the way to describe the current feelings that were plaguing her. Lonely? Definitely. She had contemplated for a while now how she could be surrounded by so many people and yet feel so utterly alone. She shouldn't. She should be happy. She didn't want or need for anything, was left alone to draw at her hearts content any time she wanted. Didn't really seem to have much that was expected of her either... But still, she was lonely nonetheless. To the point to where, despite her social awkwardness, she actually was currently venturing around, looking for the female she had drawn the other day, the one who had been with Raijin.
She had been wandering the halls for a while now, of the temple, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't have to go knocking on Raijins door. The last thing she wanted to do was be a bother. Hell, it had taken her long enough to bother for someone for the material to make the new robes she was wearing, in all their warm red, gold, and beige glory. But, she was willing to risk it at this point; as she wanted to be able to at least meet the female more properly, perhaps even give her the drawing she was still carrying around within her sketch book, which was currently pressed against her chest, like she was afraid of dropping the thing or something.
She hummed while she wandered down the hall towards Raijin's room, the same tune she was always humming.
She had been wandering the halls for a while now, of the temple, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't have to go knocking on Raijins door. The last thing she wanted to do was be a bother. Hell, it had taken her long enough to bother for someone for the material to make the new robes she was wearing, in all their warm red, gold, and beige glory. But, she was willing to risk it at this point; as she wanted to be able to at least meet the female more properly, perhaps even give her the drawing she was still carrying around within her sketch book, which was currently pressed against her chest, like she was afraid of dropping the thing or something.
She hummed while she wandered down the hall towards Raijin's room, the same tune she was always humming.