Treading along the outskirts of the Oak District, the Medical Sennin can be found occupied with overgrowth blotched with vibrant maroon. Titillatingly her digits course over the delicacy, a sly grin etches across her features as she plucks away at raspberries. In her usual childish antics, when none were able to view does she falter to her addiction to sweets. Pleasant juices cling to her pursed lips, Mikasa's tongue lapping to secure any droplets of the fruit and on cue a satisfied wisp escapes; of course she were aware of taking the precautionary method of washing the delicacies, but that was boring at times! Chuckling, she takes notice of the stained fingertips and erupts into a full fit of laughter and surely appearing odd to those who may scuttle near.
Unable to container herself, the Sennin continues with her speal, rich melodic vocals grace the airways. Simply being in the moment and enjoying the simplicity of life was a viable method of curing a clouded mind. Kneeling against the emerald blades, curiosity is apparent in the shimmering ocean hues. In turn her index finger prods against a particularly large sampling, "Have you absorbed too much water and lack taste compared to a smaller?" she inquires in a way that strike one as a serious question. An onlooker surely would assume she had lost her rocker and required immediate attention in the very workplace she reigns.
Paying no mind to the faceless naysayers, Mikasa continues to cater to her sense of taste, plucking away as swiftly as her muscles would allow. A few moments would pass and she can be found staring upwards at light overcast, her flesh palms and lips reflecting similar hues. "I could go for a sampling of dango's and an orange juice beverage.." she mutters aloud.
She had been ordered by the Hokage to take a day to herself, yet she felt a bit odd despite the obvious fun thus far. Stray zephyrs streamline and cause the grass to sway gently; refreshing and cool. What would the wind bring her direction on this day?
Unable to container herself, the Sennin continues with her speal, rich melodic vocals grace the airways. Simply being in the moment and enjoying the simplicity of life was a viable method of curing a clouded mind. Kneeling against the emerald blades, curiosity is apparent in the shimmering ocean hues. In turn her index finger prods against a particularly large sampling, "Have you absorbed too much water and lack taste compared to a smaller?" she inquires in a way that strike one as a serious question. An onlooker surely would assume she had lost her rocker and required immediate attention in the very workplace she reigns.
Paying no mind to the faceless naysayers, Mikasa continues to cater to her sense of taste, plucking away as swiftly as her muscles would allow. A few moments would pass and she can be found staring upwards at light overcast, her flesh palms and lips reflecting similar hues. "I could go for a sampling of dango's and an orange juice beverage.." she mutters aloud.
She had been ordered by the Hokage to take a day to herself, yet she felt a bit odd despite the obvious fun thus far. Stray zephyrs streamline and cause the grass to sway gently; refreshing and cool. What would the wind bring her direction on this day?
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