Wild-Cherry
Make me want it.
She turned, her eyes narrowed at the disrespectful 'Hey' he had called to her.Before she repremanded him she decided that she was simply stressed. Her eyes remained half closed, but her attentive glare constant. Everything around her, and how if effected all of her students, imprinted upon her keen mind. She thoguht for a moment, and then spoke up.
" You have not been assigned a room?"
She asked, her eyebrow raising.
Oh, he did arrive late, i recall.
Answering her own question she considered her options. Master Ritoshi was no doubt obligated with foreign matters right now. She had seen him leave a few hours earlier, and would've known if he had returned. She almost convinced herself that it would be alright to go into his dojo and retrieve a room key for her student, but then she remembered the fact that the Ox master did not accept intrusions, and would probably throw a hissy fit untill she apologized.
Achuckle escaped her lips.
Often when they were young they had arguments over petty issues, much like this one.
Saiya let out a slightly entertained sigh and looked sternly at Yuki.
" I have a guest room in my home. It's a bit of a walk from here, but i will not let one of my students sleep outside in the cold unless i choose for it to be so."
She looked up then.
" Does any one else need somewhere ot stay? "
Most had already departed. If they did, they could follow.
" Let's go. "
She said , nodding at Yuki. Haku and Koru trotted beside them, Haku nudging Yuki along the way. He had taking a liking to him.
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Chou let herself glide slowly past various dojos and gardens as she made her way back to her dorm. She felt the night which had fallen so gingerly around her. It's moist yet cold air surrounded her, cleansing her nostrils from the harsh gasses that had intruded them only moments ago. The disgusting taste had finally faded from her sensitive mouth.
When she made it back to her dorm, Chou sat serenly on her bed. Her blind eyes scoped out each article of her room, and she stood. Stripping her clothes she folded them, and placed them in her drawer, and icked out her outfit for tommorow. After this she stepped into a hot, steamy shower. As the wter beat down on her smooth back she leaned on the wall, deep in thought. She remembered the others...Why couldn't she speak up? She caused them pain.
After opening her eyes she stepped out, smelling of fresh lilac and giger. She brushed her teeth and moved to her bed. First she walked outside, however. It seemed to be about eleven o'clock. Her weakness was not being able to read clocks. It had taken forever to note the subtle changes in light pitch from the different times of day. Right now the slightest humidity crawled up the back of her neck. She walked inside and cralwed into her bed, letting her hair fall over her blank eyes before drifting into a light sleep.