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[center][h2][color=black]Ayame Choko, “the Sewstress”[/color][/h2][/center]
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Ayame couldn't help but lean into her hand with her forehead as soon as she shaw Fujitora. It wasn't even funny. It was just emberassing. After recuperating from the awkward moment when Fujitora walked in, she reached her foot over to the table on the other side and used her feet to shove it back, giving Fujitora a space. As soon as he'd sit down in his ridiculous outfit, she'd order some food. [color=black]“Two boards of sushi, please.”[/color] [url=http://safebooru.org//images/1407/312c275bf3de627487124531576695bc84653ef9.png?1473815]Mika[/url] Minamoru nodded with a happy 'yes miss Choko!' before running off to prepare the food. In the short time period between the order and the delivery, Ayame would mock Fujitora's clothes. [color=black]“Have you been hanging out with that Aoi Maquia girl, and did she dress you?”[/color] she said, smiling at her brother. She wasn't going to let this annoy her, because then Fujitora'd win. 

With the sushi now on the table, Ayame grabbed some senbon from her front pocket to use as chopsticks. Everything had it's use. Luckily, these weren't the poisoned kind. She took a moment before she spoke up again, making sure to chew properly before saying something. [color=black]“Fujitora-sama, I've gotten closer to [i]him[/i].”[/color] It was.. a cryptic message at best. Something that Ayame was known for, if you had to make a guess. [color=black]“Do you remember what Sensei told us?”[/color] She would use her senbon again to lift another piece of salmon sushi into her mouth, chewing it well before continueing. [color=black]“What is theirs, can be yours. I get what he meant with that now. We can take [i]it[/i]. We can take all of [i]this[/i].”[/color] she said, while making a big gesture with her hands. 

The messages she told Fujitora were all cryptic, as per usual for Ayame. Even if anyone [i]did[/i] hear, it was likely not possible to completely decypher what exactly she was talking about, except for Fujitora, who would probably realize very quickly. Sensei, and taking things, were ofcourse always things Ayame had talked about since childhood. He'd be used to it, she supposed. [color=black]“But I need some more time for that. It's obvious that he isn't sure. I'm from Amegakure after all, and he's from Kumogakure. It's.. different. But I can do it. Will you support me?”[/color]

As soon as Fujitora had answered, she'd go back home, leaving Fujitora with the duty of paying miss Minamoru. That's payback for dressing up like an idiot. She'd take a quick 30 minute nap before walking into the shower and grabbing some of her alchemy ingredients. She threw them all together, and mixed them up nicely. It looked, almost, like a poison. But instead, she smeared it into her hair carefully, covering it completely with black substance. As soon as she was done with that, she hopped in the shower and washed it out again, her hair losing the thickness of the substance, but remaining the black color. Walking out, she wrapped a towel around her and walked into her living room, wondering how Sentou was doing on her mission. She looked at the clock next to her bed and laid down. [i]3:40 PM.[/i] The mission Sentou got sent on, it wasn't a long mission. She would be back home soon.

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[h2][color=0054a6]Dotorame Osumari, “Doto-doto”[/color][/h2][/center]
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Doto was dumbfounded by Rin's reaction, oblivious as always to the fact that he had firmly grabbed her ass and foot. Before he could even [i]respond[/i] Rin had already smacked him around and right through a wall, back into his own room. Slowly he got up, and rubbed his head. [color=0054a6]“What are you talking about Rin-chan! I didn't grab your ass, why would I do that! I'm not like.. like pervy-sage!”[/color] he said, thinking of Jiraiya and his crazy stories that were, nowadays, told in cartoon form. He grabbed his head tightly and bounced from one foot onto the other. [color=0054a6]“Oioioi... Rin-chan, that really hurt..[/color] he said, bouncing around comically. 

But when he opened his eyes again, as the pain bothered him less, he couldn't help but notice that Rin's bra had become undone when he had tugged on the string on the girls back while she was sleeping. Slowly it was sliding off of the girl, so Doto was quick to assess the situation and react. Which he did. By yelling loudly, pointing at Rin and jumping up and down. [color=0054a6]“RIN-CHAN! RIN-CHAN! LOOK!”[/color] Atleast he tried to warn her, which was the least he could do. He knew if he got closer to fix it for her, she'd probably smack him again, into the next house.

Almost at the same time, stumbling noises were heard on the stairs, as if someone was clunkily getting upstairs. Doto, who was no longer yelling at Rin, instead turned his head to the doorway, where a creepy looking man had now appeared. His skin was pale and his eyes were lifeless, but he was moving like a man. Doto didn't think much of it. [color=0054a6]“Oi! You must be the innkeeper! Arigato gozaimas for the soup!”[/color] he said, bowing lightly and comically. What Dotorame failed to notice were the blue strings of chakra attached to the mans major joints, such as the head, neck, elbows, shoulders, knees and hips, as well as the feet and hands. It was, obviously, a human puppet. But Doto was once again oblivious so he simply didn't realize, leaving it to the others to do something.