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monthly word count - january
TOTAL: 1 266 words
... great start buds :X
POSTED: nothin
IN PROGRESS:
-suburban ot4 (17... words...)
-cherry wine chapter idk (1 249 words).
kfbndffggh.
i really can't write if nobody's sitting on me, huh. :/
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cherry wine
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Because the Nara were reasonable people, Tobirama dropped the long-sleeved kimono into his assistant's shoulder bag the second he could slip away to change and went to meet Nara Kojika-sensei in a thin, mid-thigh under-kimono over his armor mesh shirt and the calf-high pants he'd been wearing underneath. His hair was a pain to handle, so he left it in a bun for the moment; the trinkets decorating it were sharp enough.
Nara Kojika glanced at the flower petals dangling from his hair pin, but at least she said nothing. Her teenage assistant had to bite his lower lip halfway into his mouth.
"... I'll send him out."
She already looked tired. Tobirama snorted quietly as he sat at the low table in front of her. "No need yet. How many ways can one kill a target with that pin, Nara-kun?"
His brief panicky expression was amusing enough that Tobirama allowed his eyes to crinkle just a tad, his professional expressionlessness thawing to match the openness of Kojika-sensei's reaction to the boy. A promising interaction, honestly speaking. Either she trusted he would not be a danger to her young clansman or she was trying to soften him up... which would only work if she already knew he was no threat to her clansman.
"Well, Naeto-kun?"
"Oh uh -- sharp ends, stabby? Uh, trailing chain, garotte. Whipping it into people's eyes? Like a small morningstar. I guess you could throw it like senbon too, but the balance probably sucks -- are there bits that pop out, like poison needles?"
Tobirama smiled more openly. "Good guess. No."
"Oh."
"Too obvious if I got frisked. The red stone is cinnabar and oxidizes into mercury."
"Ooooh, nasty."
... great start buds :X
POSTED: nothin
IN PROGRESS:
-suburban ot4 (17... words...)
-cherry wine chapter idk (1 249 words).
kfbndffggh.
i really can't write if nobody's sitting on me, huh. :/
--
cherry wine
--
Because the Nara were reasonable people, Tobirama dropped the long-sleeved kimono into his assistant's shoulder bag the second he could slip away to change and went to meet Nara Kojika-sensei in a thin, mid-thigh under-kimono over his armor mesh shirt and the calf-high pants he'd been wearing underneath. His hair was a pain to handle, so he left it in a bun for the moment; the trinkets decorating it were sharp enough.
Nara Kojika glanced at the flower petals dangling from his hair pin, but at least she said nothing. Her teenage assistant had to bite his lower lip halfway into his mouth.
"... I'll send him out."
She already looked tired. Tobirama snorted quietly as he sat at the low table in front of her. "No need yet. How many ways can one kill a target with that pin, Nara-kun?"
His brief panicky expression was amusing enough that Tobirama allowed his eyes to crinkle just a tad, his professional expressionlessness thawing to match the openness of Kojika-sensei's reaction to the boy. A promising interaction, honestly speaking. Either she trusted he would not be a danger to her young clansman or she was trying to soften him up... which would only work if she already knew he was no threat to her clansman.
"Well, Naeto-kun?"
"Oh uh -- sharp ends, stabby? Uh, trailing chain, garotte. Whipping it into people's eyes? Like a small morningstar. I guess you could throw it like senbon too, but the balance probably sucks -- are there bits that pop out, like poison needles?"
Tobirama smiled more openly. "Good guess. No."
"Oh."
"Too obvious if I got frisked. The red stone is cinnabar and oxidizes into mercury."
"Ooooh, nasty."