“Does anyone have a t-shirt I can borrow? I’m not use to all the staring...” She wants her big, dumb coat back.
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“Does anyone have a t-shirt I can borrow? I’m not use to all the staring...” She wants her big, dumb coat back.
Inari may or may not be feeling dead inside, looking at the large report on the desk of her office and she is fairly sure she’ll probably cry reading. She is a scared fox at this moment.
“I feel like I need a big bottle of whiskey for this...”
“I probably should not have let some of my operators pick my swimsuit....” Not that she’s self-conscious, but it is very revealing.
“Uhm, so...the chickens gave me too many eggs....Guess they were feeling really frisky this summer. Anyone want any?”
If one were to walk by the training hall, they’d hear grunts and shouts of frustration, along with the noticeable ‘TWHACK’ of something sharp hitting something wood.
Inari is on the other side, panting, glaring at the training dummies as they had various throwing knives stuck to them. She seemed worn out, and tired, and she stands up straight after a moment, running a hand through messy silver hair and looking none too pleased. No matter how much or long she trained, sparred, focused on any combat, she didn’t feel like she had gotten better. The vulpo had put up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door to the room, but that was hours ago (maybe? She lost track of time), and her ears perk up when she hears a knock.
“What?” oof, maybe a little too mean sounding.
“I wonder....if I put my hair down...or maybe I should braid it...” She’s totally not standing in front of a mirror looking at her face. “Make-up? ....No...I wouldn’t look good with make-up....”
“Mother’s Day? Don’t make me laugh, why should I care about some bitch who decided to up and leave me and my brothers?”
At least you had a mother you remember....