Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-30582303-20170829015026/@comment-32868247-20170830003912

Oh. Oh no. She chuckled softly. That guess was well and far off. With a soft shake of her head, she lifted the chopsticks she’d been given alongside the gyoza, breaking them apart finely before setting them in hand and quickly using the pair of utensils to pick up one of the fried dumplings. Instead of dipping them in soy sauce, she instead swirled the first one in her savory soup with a soft smile. “You’re off there. I’m but a lowly seamstress by my daylight trade.” And a Genin, not that she really behaved as a Shinobi very often. Still, the idea of picking on a younger Shinobi got her motivated in a way that no mission honestly could. Had the Academy curriculum changed since back when she graduated? Probably not. Parting her lips, she carefully popped the dumpling in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully, eyeing the glass of tea that had been set down in front of her and tilting her head to the side. He’d seemed pretty much immediately on guard, although she had no notion as to why that was. Did being called out as a Shinobi make the boy paranoid, or was he accustomed to being attacked? Even only watching him out of her peripheral vision, she could tell he seemed tense. It was...something in his energy, tense and rolling off of him in prickly waves. Or perhaps she was imagining it. Being part-time entertainer and full-time designer - with Shinobi as an afterthought, to be honest - she’d like to think she could maintain some awareness of the people around her. Perhaps that was the overconfidence talking.