❅ (konohasflirt)
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“❅ - Charasuke rescues Kimiko“
She really should have thought this through - making two trips surely wouldn’t have been as terrible as she’d made it out to be, at first. Certainly safer than trying to precariously balance all of her salve bottles in a makeshift pyramid in her arms. They rattled their threats of descent with her every step - and the sheer height of her teetering tower of glass made for impossibly low visibility of the road ahead of her. Kimiko couldn’t even announce her presence to fellow pedestrian villagers - for fear that the vibrations of her voice might just jostle the fragile resolve of her fresh tinctures. Besides, she was expending far too much energy with the sheer focus it took to make it across town on foot, there was little chance that she could muster up a single comprehensible sentence without the possibility of doom chasing her soon thereafter.
For the most part, Kimiko could only guess that this shabby plan of hers was going over decently well. For instance, she hadn’t tripped or ran into anybody - at least, not yet. She gives a little wince at the thought and the mounting anxiety that follows it. Perhaps she should set down her stack somewhere safe and make two trips to and fro her little shop, after all.
Just as she made her decision to play it safe, the toe of her shoe catches on an exposed tree root - and propels her forward. “Oh!” She exclaims, stumbling and watching as the unsecured top pile of her glass jars spill over the edge and meet their messy demise. She might have just joined them there on the dirt path, if it weren’t for a pair of arms encircling around her middle. It takes a moment for her brain to register the situation - what was this sudden warmth at her side? Wait, who’s arms are these?
She pulls her gaze from the tragedy of glass shards and wasted medicinal salve and raises them to meet her savior. Yellow medallions blink owlishly up at .. Sasuke? “Th-thank you..?” Her voice peaks (along with her embarrassment) into a question as she starts to notice the stares.. Is he holding her longer than he needs to, or is that just in her head? It would be rude to push him off, but she can’t help but bring her box and what was left of her salves closer to her chest. Her shoulders climb to the height of her ears, and the apples of her cheeks start to burn red hot.
“I should have just made two trips, huh?” She’s broken into a nervous laugh.
