Board Thread:Konoha Logs/@comment-25955740-20160417015710/@comment-25955740-20160417020555

Vain: A pair of slender fingers clung to a wooden mask. A single onyx hue studying it carefully, in her lap had sat a note that was read just moments before. ‘A lot of interactions…Then today is when I must pretend.’ With a sigh the child set aside the mask, placing it onto a wooden side table. As the child stood up, her body ached which caused a soft gasp to leave her lips. With careful footing the female approached the closet, her arms throwing the door open with ease. The single eye looked to a long kimono, red and black in color. To the left of it was her anbu uniform. The child seemed rather indecisive with what to wear. She didn’t feel right wearing the kimono, her heart wasn’t into it. A sigh left her lips, her body leaning against the frame of the doorway. A knock would cause her head to look back, her head tilting. “EH?” she called out and soon the door busted open, a tall male standing before her with a glare on his face. Yasu’s uncovered eye squinted as a lazy sigh left her lips. “Fine…” she growled softly, in response the male known as Shijo Hatake gave her a thumbs up before shutting her door. Soon the child changed into the outfit and with much effort the child managed to flatten her hair. It now rested about chin length, with careful motions she put it into a bun, securing it with chopsticks. Yasu wandered out of her room, her hands pulling up the dress as she walked down the stairs. As she stood at the door she glared at her father. “YASU!!” he shouted, running over to her. “You look so…beautiful!” he called out as he attempted to hug her. The situation was rather dramatic, which caused Yasu to dip out of the way, her head shaking. “Stop it.” Shijo chuckled softly as he pat her straight hair. “Try to have fun.” He murmured, Yasu responded with a nod, her feet slipping onto sandals. “You better go have fun too.” She murmured, her exposed eye rolling. With that all said and done Yasu exited the home and entered the busy street, her eye looking over the decorations. ‘How beautiful.’ She thought on as a soft sigh left her lips as she forced a veil of excitement over it. The female hummed as she bopped out of people’s way, her head turning as she took a gander at all the little carts that sold everything from food to knickknacks. The child had been heading for the memorial to pay her respects before ‘enjoying’ the festival.