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Lost in the meander that was blood-drenched thoughts of violence, Shirley was rather enjoying herself. The day may have been colored a bit boring, but that was the price of peace. Soon, very soon, the Red Branch Company would be engaging in combat once more, and it was that reality that had Shirley’s fingers twitching. She could almost feel the hilt of her blade sliding into her hand, ready to cut short the life that needed to be spilled…but alas, all good things came to an end. 

Such was the case of her daydreaming, disrupted by a very familiar, very chirpy voice. Shirley sighed loudly, making it known to Chiyuri that she didn’t want to be bothered right now. But she knew more than anyone else that the swordswoman would not leave people alone unless explicitly told so. As she opened her eyes and dully stared up at Chiyuri’s beaming face, she accepted this fact as reality.

[color=crimson]“Fine, I’ll humor you. What do you want,”[/color] she asked, eyeing the fruit held in Chiyuri’s hand. Apparently Chiyuri just wanted to sit around. With her. Shirley almost gagged at the thought but didn’t make a motion to budge. Laziness was more potent than any high from a bloodlust. [color=crimson]“I don’t see why not, I suppose. And that apple is rather shiny and red…”[/color] Not liking one bit of it, Shirley flickered her gaze to her side, a notion that Chiyuri could sit where she pleased.

[color=crimson]“Yeah, sure. Whatever, give me an apple.”[/color] Arms crossed behind her head, Shirley sighed; soon enough, one arm was freed and held with palm splayed out to accept the fruit. It was healthier than bread and broth certainly. [color=crimson]“Did you just come here to watch the sky or something? That’s a bit nostalgic and kiddy. Or did you just want some peace and quiet too?”[/color] Shirley said, chomping into her apple with munching teeth and mutters.
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