"Somethin' yea ate?" She asked in response to Akiko's symptoms, giving Akiko a grin until she locked eyes with her. "Just kiddin'." The woman said, rubbing the back of her neck, walking over to furl up some of the scrolls.
Putting together some parchment in a small stack, the man eyed the apple that Akiko had grown for them. He feigned astonishment. "Whoa. I guess that green thumb isn't just for show." He chuckled, looking to the lady who had her eyebrows raised, idly stroking the scroll in her hands.
"Oh no. I haven't even eaten breakfast yet." The taller one said, catching the apple regardless. "I get acid reflux pretty easily. I don't want to"
The woman gave the man a playful tap on the arm. Of course, it meant a bit more than that. "Don't be rude, now. If yea gonna whine about it, at least save it fer me later." She gave him a wink, taking a bite of the fruit without a moment of hesitation.
Eyes on his partner as she swallowed the bite of apple, he took the pieces of parchment and turned, looking about the library for someplace to deposit them. He considered putting them back properly, but there were way too many individual things to do that. He wandered off to a nearby bin to place them in instead.
Tapping the apple against the table as she tossed the tightly rolled scroll into a small pile with the others, the dark haired girl looked to the redhead. "So, who's the lucky man?" Of course, she knew who it was. Or rather, she thought she knew who it was. "I'd figure he'd be here helpin' yea out wit' yea... trip." She paused, the question started feeling a bit awkward. "Unless yea mate's a tree or somethin'."
The crow that the Konoha-clan-trio had observed, or at least it looked very similar, as similar as crows could look, it had gone out of sight just barely and perched on top one of the taller structures in Hana.
It was then several more crows came into view, all landing on the same building, meters apart on different parts of the four equidistant ledges. They didn't make a lot of noise, just a bit of incoherent, and likely involuntary, chirping. All but one crow, who stood still and bobbed its head about, observing the other crows. They were communicating, somehow. Telepathically. Body language. Or perhaps through the sacred connection of summoner and summonee. A sacred connection that Kokuei had scarred, literally. It was no longer a joint collaboration that he shared with the crows, it was a dictatorship.
Ayatsuri took a sip of his tea, leaning against the wall of his home as he waited for his visitor to approach. He had set up a device to alert him when someone neared his home. It was a precautionary measure, but maybe it was a bit over the top. There were many things that Ayatsuri did that were more than necessary. Doing what he did, seeking out who he was, it was reasonable that the detective would be paranoid.
As Kaida knocked on the door, Ayatsuri turned his head from the blinking light up along his wall and stared at the door. The voice did not match the sound that was being made from the knock. "Is that... wood?" He hushed, walking toward the door. His eyes moved along the ground, replaying the sound in his head. "Not just an amateur style wood, no no. Compressed. Sturdy. Better than flesh and bone. Something more."
The door opened, a fully garbed Ayatsuri stood at the entrance, taking another gulp of his fungal brewed beverage as he looked over Kaida. "Wow." He said, hand reaching down to touch her arm before stopping himself. She didn't seem like she'd like that. He stood straight again, free hand on his hairless chin. "You are gorgeous!" He exclaimed, face changing as he realized what he said. "Well, not like that. I meant your arm..." He motioned to her entire side. "...not that you're not... you know... I just don't think I would have normally... unless you didn't mind that I..."
He took a moment to finish drinking his tea, tossing the cup back into the house. Without looking, he twiddled his fingers, chakra strings grabbing his airborne cup. Well, he tried grabbing the cup.
"Shi.t." He muttered. He had gone through dozens of mugs. "Akiko sent you, right?" The detective placed his hands on his hips. "I recognize her handiwork. No pun intended. And I also don't know of any black market wood-workers in the Westlands who would have done such a great job." He stopped, looking about before stopping on Kaida again. "...Where is she?"
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