Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-30582303-20170829015026/@comment-32868247-20170830023901

She tapped her chin softly, picking at some of her soup and catching a slice of pork betwixt her chopsticks, carefully luring it up to her lips. Rather than bite into it, however, she held it for a moment, gaze focused entirely on the steaming morsel. What, now he thought she wasn’t a Shinobi at all? Doubtful. Still, her gaze was thoughtful as she considered his question. “Hmm. Maybe I’m a Shinobi outfitter, or a costume designer hoping for some inspiration.” An amusing bait game, already; setting him on guard, then diffusing his suspicions… Only to go in for the kill later, of course. Finished speaking, she lifted the meat just a little higher, watching as some of the salty broth dripped from the meat before moving her head just enough to nibble a side of the chashu. It was probably an odd way to eat, but she didn’t care. Eating from the top meant she’d have to eat around the chopsticks, and eating from the bottom meant she’d have to deal with the soup dripping on her. “There’s also the issue of you being a young boy, publicly wandering around with a visible weapon… Wholly unsupervised. I don’t even know who to be concerned for - you, or the people around you.” Somehow in her mind, that was a joke. She cast him a sly side glance.