Board Thread:Konohagakure/@comment-34651819-20181022203507/@comment-28929139-20181022215428

Maybe it was the psychosematic effects of her own neuroticism working against, but Kai still felt a hollow rumbling in her stomach. Then again, it beat feeling like she was about to shit her pants. Maybe it was hunger. After all, the only thing she'd eaten that day was a little bit of soup and a few crackers. But like the others, her mind settled with every step closer to lunch. With her hood back on and remaining silent at the rear of the line, she marched behind them all the way to the diner.

She was a little nervous having to choose where to sit, but thank god for happy girl Itsuki leaving her one default spot, next to Shun and the dog. To make sure they both had room, Kai sat on the very edge of the seat and crossed her arms with her knees pointing out from under the table. And yes, she was well aware that Reiko was sitting in his lap. Still, she wanted to be accommodating. When it came her turn to order some libation, Kai requested prune juice.

Her anxiety returned in a small dose when Sensei asked where they saw themselves in a decade, and she exploited the time the others took to answer to think. Dead. That was her initial thought, but that was her answer to everything when people asked prophetic questions like that. "Living in a paper cottage adobe and running a secret village network. I hope."