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♥ 8th Flower Picked
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Oh goodness, it's so cold!
[There's a shriek that follows that and the intense shielding of oneself from the falling snow. Ino trains her eyes around her surroundings. It's obvious she's in the forest, but where exactly? Grumbling, she focuses on staying warm, at least as warm as she can get when she's dressed for a humid forest.]
It's really typical of this place to send you on a mission to a perfectly humid jungle only to dump you back into a freezing forest.
[Ino rambles, teeth starting to chatter amid the frigid air. A certain location looks different when covered in snow but she hasn't been in this place for two years not to know her way around. Two years, Ino recalls, come to think of it, this is my third winter in this place.
She sighs, her expression falling a little, as she focuses on finding her way to the village. Probably by the time she does reach its outskirts, she's freezing and looking ready to fall any moment.]
[Voice; much later]
So, I'm back.
[The voice behind this post, which obviously belongs to Ino, is tired and a little hoarse from sneezing a lot.]
If anyone ever needs me, I'll be available next week.
Or the week after that.
Or the week after that.
[There's a long sigh.]
I think I won't be going on any missions for a while.
[Not that she can promise that, but a long hot bubble bath and some well-deserved rest and relaxation for days are probably in order.]
Oh goodness, it's so cold!
[There's a shriek that follows that and the intense shielding of oneself from the falling snow. Ino trains her eyes around her surroundings. It's obvious she's in the forest, but where exactly? Grumbling, she focuses on staying warm, at least as warm as she can get when she's dressed for a humid forest.]
It's really typical of this place to send you on a mission to a perfectly humid jungle only to dump you back into a freezing forest.
[Ino rambles, teeth starting to chatter amid the frigid air. A certain location looks different when covered in snow but she hasn't been in this place for two years not to know her way around. Two years, Ino recalls, come to think of it, this is my third winter in this place.
She sighs, her expression falling a little, as she focuses on finding her way to the village. Probably by the time she does reach its outskirts, she's freezing and looking ready to fall any moment.]
[Voice; much later]
So, I'm back.
[The voice behind this post, which obviously belongs to Ino, is tired and a little hoarse from sneezing a lot.]
If anyone ever needs me, I'll be available next week.
Or the week after that.
Or the week after that.
[There's a long sigh.]
I think I won't be going on any missions for a while.
[Not that she can promise that, but a long hot bubble bath and some well-deserved rest and relaxation for days are probably in order.]
[Voice]
[Voice]
[Voice]
I... do not know who they are.
[Voice]
[Okay, maybe it doesn't help that Ino's went high up in surprise.]
But, I mean you broke their arm. Does this mean you don't remember breaking their arm in the first place?
[Voice]
I remember doing that. I...just never got his name.
[Voice]
You know what they look like, though?
[Voice]
Hm, yes, he was a boy around our age with bluish hair and a mechanical arm. I had not met him before then, nor after that first encounter.