Post by &&--> S.abaku no TEMARI on Sept 25, 2007 19:45:50 GMT -5
Tap. Tap. Tap.
The curious tapping noise reverbrated through the still air of the almost-empty sake bar, echoing from the corners. What could it be? The other patrons - her sharp eyes told her seven - and the bartender would occasionaly glance up from their work to glare at the source, but couldn't they tell? She didn't give a d**n.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
If you were really that bored - or irritated - you could actually trace the noise back to a foot - a very delicate foot. Actually, it was the foot of a kunoichi, hard and strong, and the sister of the Kazekage - but you couldn't tell that. This foot was wrapped not in its usual comfortable shinobi shoes but in a much more adventurous pair of high heels. Black high heels.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There were perverts around at such an hour, a common thing, and so there were more than a few eyes trailing up that delicate foot to the more womanly parts of her body. She was dressed elegantly, to be sure - a jetblack mini skirt (with only underwear underneath: this was one pregnant dog who didn't care.), a sleeveless black shirt that had a lowcut V-neck, and mesh undergarments (a shirt and some on her legs).
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her face, usually au naturale now had makeup artfully and tastefully applied. And that same pretty face was creased in a bored scowl.
'Where the f**k is that bastard?!' she silently screamed to herself, her eyes tracing a now-familiar route to the large clock on the wall. She was, in fact, expecting somebody: a consort of sorts. In truth, this was a mission that she didn't want to have part of.
But then again, when you're sister to the Kazekage, you can't exactly call in sick, can you?
The curious tapping noise reverbrated through the still air of the almost-empty sake bar, echoing from the corners. What could it be? The other patrons - her sharp eyes told her seven - and the bartender would occasionaly glance up from their work to glare at the source, but couldn't they tell? She didn't give a d**n.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
If you were really that bored - or irritated - you could actually trace the noise back to a foot - a very delicate foot. Actually, it was the foot of a kunoichi, hard and strong, and the sister of the Kazekage - but you couldn't tell that. This foot was wrapped not in its usual comfortable shinobi shoes but in a much more adventurous pair of high heels. Black high heels.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
There were perverts around at such an hour, a common thing, and so there were more than a few eyes trailing up that delicate foot to the more womanly parts of her body. She was dressed elegantly, to be sure - a jetblack mini skirt (with only underwear underneath: this was one pregnant dog who didn't care.), a sleeveless black shirt that had a lowcut V-neck, and mesh undergarments (a shirt and some on her legs).
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her face, usually au naturale now had makeup artfully and tastefully applied. And that same pretty face was creased in a bored scowl.
'Where the f**k is that bastard?!' she silently screamed to herself, her eyes tracing a now-familiar route to the large clock on the wall. She was, in fact, expecting somebody: a consort of sorts. In truth, this was a mission that she didn't want to have part of.
But then again, when you're sister to the Kazekage, you can't exactly call in sick, can you?