Board Thread:Kōgakure General RP/@comment-28929139-20170505195731

Some days had passed since Tak had last crossed paths with the boy named Shoka. She had used their spar and conversation as a springboard for training and practicing. It wasn't just fighting either, but a lot of things had transpired and it gave Tak something worth working towards.

She had been hard at work learning how to work a forge and general metal smithing, and in doing so, she was constantly needing to buy supplies. Today was no different, and as she was making the trek to the marketplace, she was passing by the Uchiha district and decided to at least say hello. Tak timidly made her way in and walked past a row of homes to find Shoka's, feeling all sorts of awkward doing this. Was this kosher? Did acquaintances ever come greet each other like this? The boy had a life of his own and she didn't want to feel like a pest smothering him. She purposely half balled up her fist to knock on the door to make it too loud, but loud enough to at least be heard.

Was this harassment? Whatever this was, it was weird too. God, no wonder she liked being alone, there was less to feel.

If and whenever the door was opened, Tak stood there looking constipated and flustered as usual. "Uhh...hey. Were you...busy?"  