Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-25955740-20170814060148/@comment-25955740-20170814180321

Inaudible. Violet hues had witnessed a sight of someone’s training, though, it would’ve been rude to stare as she found herself minding her job. A slight direction and misaimed glare seemed to be enough to get her in trouble, she’d hate to be on the delivering end of what that grown man was about to be given; much too feeble to take any hit like that. The sobbing held almost as a whisper to the breeze that spun around the young courier, not the wiser in the regard of their shame and humiliation— To each their own. Ignoring not the armed men near the gate, she attempted to ignore their watchful glare, which felt like knives to her skin; almost a shiver had been released, it was too much like her father’s stare. Held to her left palm, the package was balanced with the envelopes as her right hand shifted through her bag to make sure that was it, trailing the seam of her bag with her index, there was nothing left in her bag to deliver it seemed.. Hm. She was about to finish early, that’s new. Bringing her right hand atop of the mail, she pressed gently against it, sandwiching it between her hands as she motioned her arms forth to fit it perfectly in the Fūma mailbox and within this motion, she heard the grinding of gears, metal scraping against metal—Sluggishly, hesitantly turning her head to the direction of the gate; opening. If she had a faith in her god, this’ll be an ideal moment to pray. Locking away her hues, her eyes closed for a moment as her lungs drew a sharp, shaky and ‘ fearful ’ breath, at this moment, she prayed she wasn’t in trouble—Cries within the background sung from the Fūma manner, this didn’t help her nervousness; she didn’t even have an excuse. And for another moment, someone could’ve assumed she got beat for just about anything by how she was acting. Revealed beyond the gates, a figure of a boy advanced towards the courier, who had their hands part-way into their mailbox, her rosy lips motioned slightly, as if she was about to say something, however, before her tongue could motion those words, the boy addressed her with a single good morning and a question to follow —Her frightened and intimidated expressed shifted into something more reassured, relieved actually at the greeting; she didn’t want to end up like the faint crying voice that seemed to be outdone by this child. If he wasn’t match, she wasn’t even considered a match compared to the boy, she was merely able to see his training, but she saw enough and the result spoke for themselves. “G-G-Good morning!” She shouted cheerfully, her exquisite-pitched vocals held to a sense of modesty as she addressed the boy—She paused a moment, attempting to regain her composure. Normally, she could’ve be in trouble for removing mail from someone’s mailbox, but considering, she didn’t let go nor place it in the mailbox just yet, she found herself pulling her hands away from the mailbox and turning her body to face the boy. As her violet hues looked to the boy, he was a bit shorter than her and a few years younger too, not like that really mattered, extending her arms outward to the boy, she moved not one step forward as the guards were rather terrifying, she almost swore they were waiting for her to slip, so they could behead her on the spot—It felt rude to make the boy walk this far, but, hopefully he didn’t quite mind. “'''Y-Yes. There is five envelopes and a small package.'''” She spoke softer as he drew near, the oval azure pupils became fixated on the boy, they slowly became slitted like thin-narrow diamonds. She was quite new to this route, so possibly the boy greeting the mailman was quite normal, hopefully, he wasn’t disappointed it was a different person, this different person also being a female. As she presented the boy the mail, the moment he would’ve grabbed it and pulled it from her gentle grip, she’d inch forward with a bow—Leaning about six inches forward as her head would be lowered in a humble way, nothing short of a respectful bow of mannerism that she was forced to grow to. “Thank you for your business.” She’d add with the bow too.