“ menma - kun , ” words tentative , unsure , before they fall off of her lips and she moves closer to the other ( keeping a respectable distance between the two ) , shifting the basket of flowers , ( poisonous , like her ) to the crook of her elbow. “ weren’t you suppose to be on a mission ? sakura - chan said all of team seven had missions , and i shouldn’t worry about cooking lunch for her. ” blonde brows furrow as lone eye darts to the ground , and teeth capture her bottom lip , “ or have you just finished yours already ? ”
/ @corrcpt / SC.








