Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-28929139-20170821035548/@comment-28929139-20170902012122

Sup Pung could feel his sadness starting to extend to her. She didn't know Hayato in the slightest but his melancholy had seemed to ferment so intensely, she could feel herself tasting salt. "Yeah...Of course." She wasn't prepared to have such a proverbial funeral of sorts. All this time in knowing Hayato's name, she figured that he was either a friend to the family or perhaps one of the tea house's investor. No, he was somehow much more, and this unknown threeway bond being officially broken....it was heart wrenching.

When Hayato finally let loose and began to weep for the death of his sensei and her cousin's husband, Sup Pung got up and put a supportive arm around his shoulders. "Seems like he really cared for you. He left you his personal arsenal to protect your life."

After letting go of him, Sup Pung scooted over a bit, watching Hayato as he gritted his teeth and then became awash with determination. Hopefully this sad turn of events would be a springboard of hope for him. So when he looked her way now, she smirked. He read her mind! "We should. I only just got to Konoha and don't really know anyone. It'd be nice to make a new friend."

The feeling of wanting to establish a friendship was mutual and she was glad that she wouldn't have to force it, especially after dropping a bomb on him like that. "Want to go now? Maybe get your mind off all this heavy stuff? Or would you prefer another time when you've been able to really mourn?" Sup Pung was never good with pacing after bad news, so hopefully Hayato wouldn't think her insensitive.