#dekcrin

     nothing is said on the blonde’s end as she watches a now flustered sakura try and DEFLECT from her statement. stifling her laughter as excuses and scolds are tosses rapidly her way --- if she wasn’t right, sakura wouldn’t be acting so defensive. she forgets just how well they know each other. 

     ❝ you could just accept the compliment. ❞ ino insists, raising a brow at the other. lips pulled into a soft grin, satisfied she’d gotten as much of a reaction as she did. ❝ but i guess you’re right, we should get going. ❞

Sakura had been acting a little strange. Admittedly ‘Lately’ didn’t really apply. The two had been somewhat sneaking about Death City for a while now. It was a temporary rthing, as well....Sakura hadn’t seemed to be taking very well to being couped up in the lab. But even so, it was clear that the girl would need to be taken out to the c ity now and then.

However, as a result the girl had been showing some odd behaviors. This in particular seemed to be something that popped it’s head up. The girl practically froze in place when discovered in her meager towel, causing Medusa to simply tilt her head slightly as the girl flushed with embarassment.

Ah to be young.

“You seem a bit on edge dear. We really will have to do something about that blush reflex of yours. A shibusen student may get the wrong idea.” She noted calmly, a slight tease in her voice as she lazily let her eyes wander for a moment.

Sakura’s muscle tone had been losing a bit of it’s firmness. Hmmmm, perhaps some physical exercise was in order. She had been so focused on working on the girl’s soul and the effects of Madness she had forgotten to make sure the girl got the activity she required.

❛ You did well, ❜ though deadpan the compliment was a genuine one. Konoha’s aid was something to rely on, the team that had been sent an invaluable assistance in neutralizing the threats that had been posed against the border of their countries. Helmed by the young woman in his office currently, where her other teammates were at he was uncertain of and as unprofessional as that might have been he gave it little concern. 

                 T hey were a construct of unusual, obnoxious, individuals -- These Shinobi, or so he’s been once apprised of such genus’s by a tumultuous  boy known as Uzumaki Naruto, no matter their ages,  adults or children alike,  all seemed to withhold the outlandish capability of tangibly detecting his otherwise  anomalous image; an unearthly exposition of an exceptional combatant of life and death, as if he was one of the myriads he’s subtly scrutinizing from aloft a towering pillar -- crouching wordlessly -- observing the mortals ‘neath him as they carried on with their everyday businesses. -- He’s noticed several, wearing the identical headwear as the blond, eyeing him inquisitively whilst they  sauntered by his elected location. -  An indicational occurrence which vastly speaks,  in the guise of decaying wind,  of multitudinous plausibilities of Hollow activity.  -- Eyes averts leftward, training on an advancing woman with roseate locks.

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“Eh,”  Shikamaru shrugs--- “..no particular reasons. Just figured its less troublesome if it’s just to show my face for a little bit,” he really hadn’t intended to show but thinking of how he will eventually be dragged her sooner or later; he may as well come here himself and leave right after. At least people saw his face and says he’s around.