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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2019 10:14 pm
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 Kagerou don't need to be told by Soraru to check up on Hono, but she would have nodded at his request nonetheless. Well, would have if she hadn't been too busy fussing with concern over Hono's rather unfavorable reaction to the alcohol leaving his system. Panic exaggerated by the alcohol, and Kagerou's greatest weakness always had been hurting others, turned her little smile upside down. Her head tilted to the side and her hands made little grabby motions in the air in front of her, like they wanted to do something but weren't sure what. On top of that, the weight of Hono's previous self-loathing still burdened her mind.
Eventually, just as Hono turned to leave, Kagerou finally got to moving. She made a grab for his wrist, shoving the money just given to her back into his palm. She didn't really need to say anything. Her stare of concern conveyed the message well enough. However, she spoke up anyways, "What's wrong?". The body could not lie. Even ignoring the pained smile Hono tried to pass off as being okay, the fingers Kagerou had placed over his pulse could still feel jumping beats as they gradually returned to normal. She didn't want to let Hono alone when he was like this, and she hadn't been able to think about how improper and uncomfortable it may be for her, an almost complete stranger, to be demanding such potentially personal answers.
Chakra: 1000/1090
Stamina: 410/410
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Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2019 11:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 27, 2019 12:15 am
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After hearing what he had to say about going to the hospital, Kagerou cast a one-handed hand sign to clear her own tipsiness, the alcohol draining out of her system without incident. Another sign was cast right after, causing a reaction in the still active chakra territory around. Small green leaves floated around Hono, brushing against his skin to relay medical information back to Kagerou, which she used to determine the nature and urgency of the problem. Muscle soreness, a thin layer of sweat, nearly imperceptible trembling, rapid heart rate, and a shallow breathing despite Hono's rather successful attempts at making all seem normal. It wasn't an emergency, but it could well be worth a trip to the hospital, especially if he had pre-existing conditions.
Having found her answer, Kagerou moved. No words spoken, just dragging. Kagerou pulling Hono over to where Soraru stood. Obviously, he wouldn't be comfortable with just a stranger. It would probably help to bring Soraru along.
Obviously, because Hono refused to take his money back, Kagerou was now holding his hand, his money squeezed tightly between their two palms until she felt the fogginess lift and return herself to a level of clarity where she could trust herself to speak with her usual brevity.
"Soraru," Kagerou called out, her eyes making a little motion when she noticed he seemed off as well but making no comment on what was probably just Soraru being tipsy, "Hono needs to go to the hospital. Don't forget the rest of your clothes." Her gaze had darted across his body then into the ramen stand, picking out the articles of clothing that were missing and then relocating them. That kimono, she knew at least, wasn't something to just be recklessly tossed aside on a seat in an open stand... or maybe he was just that rich. She'd also recalled his pattern of speech from earlier. Then, of course, his lax expression as he improperly swung his obi around. She wouldn't be surprised if his next step was to tie it around his forehead.
Yes, it would probably also help Soraru if Soraru was brought along.
Chakra: 1080/1090
Stamina: 410/410
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2019 3:24 pm
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.xChakra: idk xxxx Stamina: idk. xxxx Bloodline: Hakemoto xxxx Classes: Buki/Buki xxxxN/A
Ｍｕｓｕｎｄｅ "Ｓｏｒａｒｕ" Ｈｉｒａｉｔｅ 皆殺し
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It was cold, but his eyes were glazed over with thoughts of taller mountains than those of Kumogakure. Holding his blade beneath ice cold waterfalls and being praised by warriors far more powerful than he. It was an old memory, long repressed, and his heart pounded loud in his chest when he snapped back to reality. A name was called. Not his, but one he'd come to be known as. Soraru was not Musunde, and he dreaded the moments when the lines got blurred. She spoke as if it was pre-determined that he'd tag along, and he spoke before his mind could catch up.
"No." That usual dull ache of guilt stirred in his stomach as he continued speaking. "I'm pretty hungry, so I'd rather eat the food that was made for me. It would be disrespectful to the owner if I rushed through it or left without it." It wasn't entirely the truth, but it couldn't be called a lie either. Powerful feelings were beginning to well up within him, ones brought on by his inebriation that he hadn't been prone to in years. Guilt from all the lying, even to someone he considered close like Kaileer or Hono. The lives he'd taken that could've gone on if he'd just gone back. Fear for what would happen to Kumogakure if he didn't. A loneliness that could only be filled with familiar faces, whether it be followed by resentment or relief.
Was he just irresponsible? Selfish? Could he have convinced Takahiro to let him pursue his goals with some more time? If he made them all proud, could he have lived a life without being afraid of the shadows in the corners of his vision? I'm a terrible son. I'm a coward. I'm-
"I hope you feel better, Hokori-san." The smile was fake. There was no honesty, yet years of practice led to it still reaching his eyes. He exhaled after, the scent of alcohol lingering. There was a filter on his words when he was drunk, but there were none on his thoughts, which led to plenty of mental self-harm and somber memories. The last time he'd gotten drunk was when a "client" wouldn't go any further with him until he was as wasted as she was, and the overwhelming doubt of all his actions leading up to that moment almost stopped him from cutting her throat at the end of the night.
Regardless of what anyone said or did, he'd turn and walk back into the ramen stand to finish his food.
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2019 7:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2019 10:05 pm
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Not. So. Fast.
Kagerou started, not sure how or when she had started folding Soraru's clothes when she meant to keep a vice grip on Hono's hands. Too many years of being the over protective friend had gotten her all too used to seeing her wounded buddies vanish the first chance they got.
Very quickly, she reacted to all that had happened. First, a scrutinizing, wide-eyed stare in Soraru's direction. She didn't do squints. They didn't work too well with the smile she usually had on, like right now. Something was up with him, more than just his drinking. A lie?... No, she did but didn't think so. More certainly, she didn't like how little concern he showed for Hono. However, that would all have to wait.
Hono was leaving. With his pulse rising rapidly while his body shook like a leaf, there was no way Kagerou was going to let him walk the streets alone. The expression she saw on Hono's precisely lowered face was the expression of someone very good at seeming calm, an expression that hid very well some inner turmoil beneath. He was trying to appear impassive and he did it well. It was just that, compared to her mother, reading this sort of expression was like child's play. Not even seeing the money Hono had left on the counter in her rush, Kagerou plopped down the just neatly folded clothes and ran after the receding back.
She didn't understand his problem or why he seemed so nervous. It certainly didn't feel like he was worried about his personal well being. No, it was something else, something deeper. He certainly had a low opinion of himself, and now, Kagerou was beginning to understand that it might have to do with his body. His body had something wrong? Something that made it weak?... Well, she didn't know, not even if she was on the right track. However, be as it may, she wanted to know but didn't need to know and wouldn't ask. She just needed Hono to be safe.
Therefore... If she didn't know about his problem. But knew that he had a problem. Yet also knew that Hono would fret needlessly if asked about the problem. Then how should she face him?
She caught up, easily tracking the albino giraffe in the crowd, and in her rush, hugged Hono's arm before he can go any further without her, pulling him to a stop. In that next instant, she realized just how inappropriate what she had done was and quickly released him. "Apologies," she mumbled as she straightened up, then in a clearer voice declared for the second time, "I'll accompany you to the hospital." Her red eyes looked up, shining with determination over a smile. Then, they suddenly reacted, a blink of realization as Kagerou two small pieces of the greater puzzle that Hono.
She gave a different sort of smile and then turned, facing the direction Hono had been walking in. Linking their arms together, she added as she took a step forwards and pulled him along besides her, "Whatever it is you are thinking I'm thinking, you are quite wrong, so please don't worry. Sorry about stopping you, but let's hurry to the hospital before your health gets worse. It'd be unfortunate if you were bedridden and unable to go on a mission with me tomorrow." She glanced up coyly with that last demand, a playful look but also one that dared Hono to tell her no.
Exit to Hospital
Chakra: 1080/1090
Stamina: 410/410
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Posted: Sun Dec 01, 2019 11:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2019 1:44 am
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Nvm so we not exiting to the hospital
He recoiled and she was left staring, surprised and feeling a little pain that she would never admit to. She released her grip even faster than she had previously intended and did not try to take a hold of him again, pulling back the hand that reflexively reached out when it looked like Hono would fall. With a reaction to her touch like that, Hono would find no need to pry anything off of his body. For once, when Hono looked down, he would see just the green of Kagerou's head and not even a glimpse of her eyes looking up or moving around. They were too busy, staring at the ground, furrowed in concentration as she thought while listening to what the other had to say.
Takeda had been like this, too, but she found his blunt personality easy to butt heads against. If he didn't like it, he wasn't afraid to say it and she, in turn, was never afraid to do it regardless.
Hono, on the other hand, was a different case. She almost felt bad about not agreeing with him. However, despite the different ways she felt between the two of them, their requests were very similar, nearly identical aside from tone. She felt that the reasons could also be similar. Still looking down at the ground with her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, Kagerou replied, "I have a friend who says the same thing a lot, so before anything, let me just clarify that I'm not being a fussy worrywart because I think any more or less of you. I feel really bad that I can't acquiesce to the one request you've made this entire night that you've spent accommodating me, but I've come to like your company. Because I like you, I care. Because I care, I worry. That's how these things work, so..."
Kagerou paused, her head shifted to the side, but her eyes were still on the ground. She still couldn't smile or lift her head. She still felt bad for insisting against Hono's wishes for the reasons she just said. It just felt bad pushing against such a gentle boy.
After the brief ellipses, she insisted in a low but still audible mutter, "I won't say or touch anything and I'll be out of your sight, I promise, so at least let me trail after you until I know you're safe in the hospital." Obviously, she would very much rather walk besides Hono, but if concessions had to be made, then she was willing to make concessions.
It was better than stalking after him without permission.
Chakra: 1080/1090
Stamina: 410/410
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2019 11:53 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 10, 2019 10:14 pm
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Call it a shift in the air, or more believably, a shift in the tone Hono spoke with. Kagerou's head jerked up as that bad feeling from earlier sank down into her gut like a grimy stone with the first sound of the first syllable.
Her brain took a moment to catch up with her instincts. The too agreeable sound of Hono's voice had rung alarms but Kagerou couldn't understand in that first moment why she felt such a sharp sense of dread. Eyes peered closely into the face already turning away, the expression so controlled and smooth, not a ripple across it. Indiscernable, unreadable, like her mother's smile.
"Why did the distance grow?..."
She stood, bewildered, as Hono walked away from her. Then Takeda's words, whatever they were, found their way out of whatever mental drawer Kagerou had unceremoniously shoved them into. A sliver of realization began to dawn on her, but Hono was moving away too far, too fast. Kagerou hastened to follow him at, as she had promised, a distance. Pulling her hood over her head and silencing her bells, she blended in easily with the rest of the night crowd. Without hardly a trace of her presence, she followed after Hono to the hospital.
Then she returned, without even going through the hospital's doors. Thinking all that way there and back, she couldn't muster the courage to walk through those doors. She couldn't even muster a smile. She felt too unsettled, her gut instincts telling her she had made a great misstep but her mind unable to rationally pinpoint a reason.
Chin tucked into the collar of her sweater, she let out a sigh, the warm breath entrapped by the cloth and smothered over her face. She had failed, most certainly, at her first attempt to make a friend in Konoha. More than failed, she had probably hurt Hono... somehow. Did he feel insulted? Like Takeda does whenever she nagged and worried over him? Had that been why he suddenly tensed? Because she had insulted him? She hadn't meant to. Well, that didn't matter, but Hono hadn't felt the type to be insulted by something so much as weakness. What else was there then? Perhaps she was overthinking it? Perhaps he was simply offended by her offer? Maybe he wanted to get her off his tail? A medical condition he didn't want her to know? One that she already knew somewhat about?
Returning to the ramen stand, she muttered quietly to herself, trying to get her thoughts in order. Regret, the one emotion Kagerou hated the most, at an unknown mistake gnawed at her insides. Her bells ringing again at her wrist remained the one familiar thing in this vastly unfamiliar village and territory.
The opinion, "... I wish he just punched me...," could barely be heard through the collar Kagerou was using as a makeshift mask as she hopped into the seat next to Soraru's. She had been so invested in her own inner development that she didn't even look up at Soraru until after she had taken a seat.
Chakra: 1090/1090
Stamina: 410/410
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Posted: Wed Dec 18, 2019 11:18 pm
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.xChakra: idk xxxx Stamina: idk. xxxx Bloodline: Hakemoto xxxx Classes: Buki/Buki xxxxN/A
Ｍｕｓｕｎｄｅ "Ｓｏｒａｒｕ" Ｈｉｒａｉｔｅ 皆殺し
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Kageoru, if she paid any attention, would see that Soraru had hardly even touched his food. Chopsticks were in hand, but his eyes seemed far away in thoughts that were obviously impacting him in a noticeable way. His cheeks were flushed, likely from the alcohol, and he'd occasionally go from looking pensive to holding back a scowl. Any mental medical practices the kunoichi may have picked up over the years would clearly let her pick up that he wasn't okay in his current state. Then, as it seemed as though it would continue to get worse, he'd let out a long exhale and finally turn his head to direct his blue gaze towards her.
"I think it's been four years. Maybe five. I couldn't give you an exact time because of the drinks. Ah...but I can remember clearly." There was no slur to his speaking, but it seemed like he was keeping himself in some extent of control. His eyes were glowing, but it'd be hard to tell under the bright lights of the stall. Chakra was flowing steadily in the meditative state he'd entered, and it allowed the alcohol to avoid impairing him too much. At least, on most physical levels. Mentally, the chaos was allowing information to seep through that his filters would have normally stopped long ago. "I wanted to say sorry for...no. I...kuso."He cursed under his breath, fighting himself once again. If she didn't say anything, silence would persist for a moment. His right hand came up to gently move against the bridge of his nose, feeling stress making itself known even in his current state.
Something different came out next. A whole different topic, instead of what he'd just discussed. "Thanks. For worrying about Hono. I probably would have hurt him enough to stop him. Enough for him to remember the pain as a lesson. That's how my master taught me, and I shouldn't have tried to do the same to him." A mix of gratitude and apology. His tone was strained around the topic of his master, as if something were trying to make him stop saying those specific words. His eyes closed. Another sigh, and he dropped his hands once more to brush against the chopsticks without firmly grasping them.
"Sorry."
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Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2019 7:09 pm
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A look up at Soraru then a double take at the full bowl of ramen she had initially almost missed. She looked upon it, the bloated noodles giving the impression that there was now more food than previously. From the ramen, back up to the face, where an aurora of conflicting emotions appeared all at once. The culprit was easily found in the flushed cheeks. Ara ara. Did this one also have a bad reaction to the alcohol? Forgoing her own mumblings and personal distress, Kagerou focused an attentive smile on the unfocused male besides her as his blue turned to meet her red.
To her, his words were initially nonsense, and her first guess was that he saw someone else when looking at her. If only his eyes didn't looked through her, that would have likely been her final guess. However, she could feel that he was looking straight at her, that she was the subject of his focus and not some far-off memory. Had they met? Had she had something done to her by such a dashing young specimen of a Japanese gentleman that was worth being given an apology four whole years after the fact? She tilted her head to the side as her eyes darted side to side to remember.
She could remember nothing. No memory from her academy days that particularly stood out, and she had been given comparatively plenty of time to search her memories. Black hair was common. Blue eyes a pleasing addition to it seen often. Pretty faces? They were abundant, and besides, puberty had passed within those five years. He could have looked something completely different and unexpected.
The next topic hit her by surprise. Kagerou's eyes lifted back as apologies and a curse were suddenly followed up by gratitude. These words, she could make something coherent out of them, and Soraru spoke much more easily. Other than when his voice strained, pausing and then curtly saying the word "master," there wasn't that restrictive tension that filled everything he had said and hadn't said prior when he apologized to Kagerou.
Kagerou smile turned from attentive to helpless. The drink was undoing his filter. Again, another inexplicable sorry, but that was the last thing Soraru got to say before he would find Kagerou's fingers lightly over his lips. She started benignly, giving advice as a medical student, "I wonder if Hono would feel comfortable hearing you worry for him. He reacted awfully terribly when I worried for him." She lowered the still unexplained fingers from Soraru's lips. The mister bar owner had just passed, so out of the blue, Kagerou waved him down and asked, "Mister. Mister. Could we get some dried squid here, please?". Once the order was placed, Kagerou returned her attention to Soraru and, this time, she spoke as a kunoichi, "I have something like a master as well. They were also tough in teaching me. They taught me that shinobi should take care with their words, and if ever I do not know if I am ready to speak, that I should remain silent. Please don't strain yourself." Her head tilted to the side again. Although, this time, it was to release a helpless sigh that went along with her helpless smile. Even as a kunoichi, she cared, even if it wasn't her place to. Right on cue, the dried squid Kagerou ordered appeared, and she pushed the plate to Soraru while pushing away the bowl of ruined ramen. She was back to medical Kagerou, not so much a difference in change of demeanor or anything else that could be noticed, but in the advice she gave and the opinions she took, "Eat, solid foods will help the alcohol leave your system."
She was curious, very much so. However, out of kindness for Hono's friend and respect for a foreign shinobi, she didn't want to see Soraru in trouble. She would, naturally, use everything given to her. Equally naturally, she did want to hear everything she could squeeze out of Soraru. However, at the same time, she didn't want him to do so while inebriated. Consent was important. That was the sort of conflicting ethics her upbringing had given her.
Chakra: 1090/1090
Stamina: 410/410
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Tenshuyami generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
10!
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2019 5:18 pm
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.xChakra: idk xxxx Stamina: idk. xxxx Bloodline: Hakemoto xxxx Classes: Buki/Buki xxxxN/A
Ｍｕｓｕｎｄｅ "Ｓｏｒａｒｕ" Ｈｉｒａｉｔｅ 皆殺し
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Soraru let out a slow exhale, biting down on the dried squid before making a face. "I hate squid. Oh well." He grumbled, taking another bite. Sure it wasn't his favorite, but she ordered it which meant it'd be a waste of both Ryo and food if he turned up his nose at it. "It seems like you took your masters words to heart." He said after swallowing down some more squid without making any more negative faces. So long as he didn't focus too hard on the texture or flavor it wouldn't bother him all that much. "I didn't. I'm not an honest person. Not that honorable either. I left home trying to find out what I was capable of but all I do is make a mess everywhere I go." Soraru looked away again with a troubled expression. It seemed like he wasn't quite comfortable with the way his mind was tormenting him. The way he appeared to be putting himself down verbally paled in comparison to the self-deprecating thoughts running through his head.
"First was Konoha. I wasn't careful, but it's not like I knew how to hide. I was what, thirteen? fourteen? Some kids got hurt and all I could was run away. It was my fault and I ran anyways. Then Kiri." He moved his right hand to the bridge of his nose, keeping himself together and rubbing his eyes after. He couldn't notice in his current state, but his perspective changed at some point while his eyes were closed. It seemed everything was bigger, or maybe he'd gotten stronger. It must have been the alcohol. "I'm sorry they came. They were looking for- wait, what?" Maybe being drunk could mess with his visual perspective, but there was no way it had that effect on his voice too.
The flustered Soraru sitting with Kagerou had to be around ten years younger, at least nine years old but no older than maybe twelve. His kimono was loose enough that he needed to pull it closer to himself but not so much that it was falling off of him completely. He'd need to readjust the obi and possibly cut off a few pieces if he wanted the clothing to fit in his current state. His expression was one pulled back in what was best described as confused anger. "Wh-what did you do this for?! I was saying something important!...I..." That anger started to defuse just as quickly as it started, his expression becoming...blank, lost, and the glassy, far-off look in his eyes would probably get across that his younger self was even less tolerant when it came to alcohol.
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HeadlessKoko generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
6!
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Posted: Wed Jan 01, 2020 4:56 pm
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 Seeing Soraru, even grown Soraru, unwillingly look at the squid but eat it anyways, had a special charm and Kagerou had to, despite the gravity in the air, work to stifle a laugh behind her smile. Keeping a straight grin, she gave an apology, "Ah, I'm sorry," before falling quiet. The only sounds that came from her as Soraru spoke his piece was the sound of chewing as she helped him get through the bowl of dried squid he was so diligently eating. She seemed to have a preference for taking a strip of the semi-tough, semi-chewy jerky, wrapping it around one of the peanuts that had been served with the squid, and then eating the package in one bite. In case he might be able to better stomach the squid in this way, she also prepared a few of the little packages for Soraru to try while chewing on her food, taking the tentacles and tying them around a peanut each then putting them back on the plate for him to grab and eat if he felt like it.
She was listening but also pretending like she wasn't paying attention, so that if he did slip anything, she could ease any restlessness by fibbing and saying she was distracted. However, once Kiri was mentioned, she couldn't help but flicker her eyes up to Soraru, gaze intense. She had been listening. He had been in Kiri? As who?
For a little bit, she thought it was all in her head. That the de-aging Soraru was her head imagining an age reversion that would help her recognize the face she had once dubbed as new. Granted, this was assuming she had met him at all. Kirigakure wasn't a small village. It was possible they had never met. However, as he shrunk, that vague sense of familiarity grew.
Parallel to that sense of familiarity, the other thing that grew was realization that this wasn't her imagination. Soraru was literally, physically turning younger in front of her eyes. The words and sentences Kagerou had been building up to reply to Soraru with all fell apart as the gravity of the situation came crashing down on her.
On the topic of gravity, was she falling? No, one feel of the loose fabric sliding off of her thinning shoulders and a look at the hands now lost in the sleeves of her jacket told all Kagerou needed to know that she was also growing younger. Her head jerked up again, smile still enduring but eyes struck wide with surprise, when she heard Soraru blaming her. She was speechless, wondering how she could help him calm down, when his drinking caught up to his smaller stature. His gaze turned blank. His body wavered back and forth, looking like it could fall to the side at any moment.
Kagerou's little heart burst with worry. "Mutsundere!" she called out in alarm a name that hadn't touched her tongue in a long time. The tiny child hopped down from her stool, nearly tripped but retained her balance, and helped Soraru come down from his, half-carrying, half-dragging him off so that he wouldn't accidentally fall from a scary height.
This Kagerou looked about 6 years younger, around 11 years old or so, basically the same age category as Soraru. Her layers of clothes were all falling off. Her hoodie, with its large mouth, was being held up only by her elbows. Her tracksuit, since it had been closed tight originally, and her shirt still remained on her shoulders. However, the cloth that had been previously wrapped tight around her chest no longer had any purpose and could now be seen hanging loose below her top. Her pants had dropped to her knees in the scuffle to get off the chair and over to Soraru's seat, but that didn't matter because her top was basically long enough to be a dress.
Methodically approaching the crisis at hand with a cool head, Kagerou quickly fumbled through a few hand signs and then started drawing the alcohol out of Soraru's body with the poison removal technique. Meanwhile, she looked at her surroundings. A few others had also become children, and quite frankly, many of the villages were freaked out. In light of little to no information, she defaulted to an answer that had proven successful the last two out of three times something bizarrely wrong occurred, "We should go to the hokage tower and see what can be done," as her head swiveled back around to look at the boy she noticed now was slightly shorter than her, "Soraru." She took a step back after she took out all of the alcohol she could, and gave him an exacting once over before the smile returned once more.
Alcohol poisoning in a child's body was serious business, and taking her profession as a medic seriously, Kagerou made sure to ask, "Are you okay now?" before asking about the patient's current wardrobe crisis, "And... If you're okay with it, I think I might have something that might fit you in my sealing scrolls." Traditional garb could be adjusted to fit using an extra length of cloth, like the scarf Kagerou had in storage somewhere, but it would still be hazardous to move in. If possible, clothes that fit a child would be better for the bukijutsu user that relied on moving their body to fight off their opponents, and she knew she had one set of such clothes with her.
Chakra: 1090/1090
Stamina: 410/410
Outfit Obviously not as pictured. Kagerou is wearing a red tracksuit and, underneath that, a black t-shirt several sizes too large for her. Everything else is sagging down: her hoodie, pants, socks, and shoes will likely be sealed away. Though, her belt and projectile pouch will be adjusted so that they can wrap comfortably around her waist, giving her at least something to hold down her shirt/tracksuit "dress."
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