Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-27375402-20160502081424/@comment-27375402-20160506064037

Relief, the emotion evidently portrayed from the softened sigh that exhumed the child’s mouth whilst the vase now resided within the palm of the adjacent female, the collar of the frightened criminal now tightly within the clasp of the female’s other hand. To him, a smile, to the black haired one, a daunting facial expression which Yuki seldom made towards him, it was quite the foreign thought, an image of a non-smiling Yuki, at least to Ryouta. Reaching behind himself and sliding the black blade along its long black scabbard, sheathing Gisei within its rightful spot, Ryouta’s golden eyes shot between the duo before bowing slightly towards his hosts and stepping aside.

Ryouta stepped aside and followed Yuki towards the dining table as she expressed her belief towards the child’s apparent misguidance, though Ikime posed no threat towards the blonde child, he thought that he deserved something more severe than a roof above his head as punishment, hence his need to frighten the boy. The child smirks somewhat before nodding hesitantly towards the idea before taking a seat at the dining table.

“Alright Yuki, I’ll try” the boy spoke softly as the female walked away, his head turning about to fall upon the female and her fluffy partner, his eyes focused upon the ninken before leaning forward, forearms pressed against the table.

“Youko, was it? Would you mind if I held Youko, Lilly?” the boy said with an arm outreached already and his eyes advocating his captivation of the abundance of fur, with the palm upturned and faced toward the roof as if to offer the canine an invisible meal.

“How long have I known Yuki? I’d have to say we met about a year ago, maybe longer. For the longest time though we spent our time doing our own thing, I spent days without returning home, training in the forest. What about you? How long have you known Yuki and the thief?”