- Joined
- Jul 24, 2013
- Location
- canadialand.
"Come back with enough for everyone this time, Jin. I'm not sharing my portion with Mugen again," chimed a very grumpy Fuu, blowing her hair out of her face as she glanced around their supposed 'camp site.' The fire was barely licking the logs they'd lazily gathered, sleeping arrangements were going to be more uncomfortable than normal with only an extremely small abandoned shack, and they still didn't have anything to eat. Admittedly, the morning had been slow and lousy, but if no one else was going to complain about it, Fuu might as well.
Grabbing her sleep roll from her things, she started to lay the material out, relieved that Jin had at least nodded to acknowledge what she'd said, whether he actually heard it or not she was unaware. As the sound of his sandals started to fade, growing too far away, Fuu slowed her movements to raise her gaze across the camp area at their third member. His hair was a mess, like he'd just woken up moments ago, and his clothes were smudged with dirt and flecks of blood. But yet, when she looked at him, she didn't see the slightly shaggy hair desperately needing a comb, or the baggy clothes that could do with a few washes. She saw an adventurous man, who was daring, and thrilling, and absolutely.. disgusting most of the time. Right?
Sighing, she rolled her eyes at herself, chewing the inside of her lip as she smoothed her bed out. The young woman could barely get the three bedrolls to lay side by side, and after contemplating it for a moment, she started to shift one of them so they were in the doorway of the shack. Only, that meant that two of them would have to sleep inside, while the third slept more exposed. It wasn't a decision she knew she could make on her own, and with Jin already gone to hopefully fetch dinner, she could only try and sort out an answer with Mugen.
Exiting the shack, she strolled towards him nonchalantly, her eyes licking up his dark skin against the bright contrast of his blue ringed tattoos - she couldn't get enough of that pigment, for some reason. Constantly, she wondered what a tattoo that colour would look embedded in her own skin.. "So, considering the shack's so small, we're probably going to have to draw straws or something.." she began, realizing that she'd been standing idly near him, lost in her head momentarily. "Unless you and Jin want to share a bedroll. That'd be considerably generous. Which is exactly why I know you wont do it.." she trailed off, leaning herself against a tree. "We could.. share, instead?"
Grabbing her sleep roll from her things, she started to lay the material out, relieved that Jin had at least nodded to acknowledge what she'd said, whether he actually heard it or not she was unaware. As the sound of his sandals started to fade, growing too far away, Fuu slowed her movements to raise her gaze across the camp area at their third member. His hair was a mess, like he'd just woken up moments ago, and his clothes were smudged with dirt and flecks of blood. But yet, when she looked at him, she didn't see the slightly shaggy hair desperately needing a comb, or the baggy clothes that could do with a few washes. She saw an adventurous man, who was daring, and thrilling, and absolutely.. disgusting most of the time. Right?
Sighing, she rolled her eyes at herself, chewing the inside of her lip as she smoothed her bed out. The young woman could barely get the three bedrolls to lay side by side, and after contemplating it for a moment, she started to shift one of them so they were in the doorway of the shack. Only, that meant that two of them would have to sleep inside, while the third slept more exposed. It wasn't a decision she knew she could make on her own, and with Jin already gone to hopefully fetch dinner, she could only try and sort out an answer with Mugen.
Exiting the shack, she strolled towards him nonchalantly, her eyes licking up his dark skin against the bright contrast of his blue ringed tattoos - she couldn't get enough of that pigment, for some reason. Constantly, she wondered what a tattoo that colour would look embedded in her own skin.. "So, considering the shack's so small, we're probably going to have to draw straws or something.." she began, realizing that she'd been standing idly near him, lost in her head momentarily. "Unless you and Jin want to share a bedroll. That'd be considerably generous. Which is exactly why I know you wont do it.." she trailed off, leaning herself against a tree. "We could.. share, instead?"