Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-34754862-20170526210321/@comment-30362709-20170527131631

With a shake from her lovely second mother, Ayame would’ve groaned as she woke up rather

early in the morning mind you. Hotaru would’ve handed her the piece of paper that she had gotten from the mail man, they were to meet at a specific location in the next 15 minutes. “Great…” she muttered, getting up and dressed in her usual shinobi gear. Her top was a two-toned red kimono with sleeves that covered her hands unless she put her arms straight up in the air with a black straight skirt. Ayame quickly went to her bathroom and brushed her hair and washed her face before trotting into the kitchen and grabbing a few strawberries. With that, she’d head to her front door and slip on her sandals; since her toes were usually exposed, her toes would be painted black at the moment. This all took about 5 minutes; she worked fast when she had to.

 She’d eat her strawberries as she jogged to the location her paper had, it was away from other training fields oddly enough. “Is our sensei shy…? That’s odd.” She’d mutter, walking up the training field, now it had been 10 minutes. Ayame would look around only to see Yoru leaning against a few logs. She walked over and waved; Yoru would’ve then had actually gotten up and met her half way with his hands shoved in his pockets.

He introduced himself as ‘Yoru Aburame’, something she already knew from the academy; but she’d just give him the benefit of the doubt. Ayame would give him a small grin, “I’m Ayame Kidame, the only girl in this sausage fest, and it’s nice to meet you too.” She meant it as a joke, but it sounded harsh, like she was disappointed, but that wasn’t the case.

Her first impression from Yoru is that he seemed calm and refined, “I’m the first one here, right? Do you think you can give me a sneak peek on what we’re doing today or am I going to have to wait? Oh! Since you’re an Aburame, what bugs do you have?” she’d ask, tilting her head as her vibrant green eyes looked up at him. She was much shorter than any other academy member; call it a stunted growth if you will.