Lulled by the ballet of snowflakes and the bottle of wine she had downed before leaving Ayumu's residence, Yuii abandoned taking the practical but slippery rooftops in exchange for the slower safety of the streets. Even then, Yuii wobbled and teetered with every other step she took on the icy roadways as the totally not drunk Sennin forgot time and again to use chakra to steady herself. Every near fall sent her into a peel of distressed giggles and the insistence that she really didn't need any help as she struggled between the disconnect of created by alcohol and the embarrassment of almost wiping out in front of her boss. Luckily, they didn't have far to go before Yuii triumphantly pointed up the side of her precariously stacked 'apartment' building wedged between two newer and sleeker buildings.
"Here," she sang happily, scaling the building side with three leaps landing on her eighth story balcony with cat-like grace. The floor boards beneath the blanket of snow creaked in warning and sunk dangerously under their weight. Yuii dived for the less dubiously crafted doorway, lest the floor collapsed under their combined weight, and fidgeted with the handle to try and coax it open. Yuii wasn't much of a handyman, evident by the way the splintering wooden and glass sliding door stuttered and scraped noisily as she pried it open. The snow, her vigilant savour for the evening, had coated the peeling paint and uncleanable stains on the old woodwork, making the somehow excellent view of the Torre a much more interesting sight.
A bare five meters wide and half again in length, Yuii's apartment was neither large nor up to date. Her tatami mats had been switched recently, one of the pairs of doors that no doubt led to bedrooms had been painted and an effort had been made to patch several cracks that had formed on her whitewashed walls. There was nothing to speak of for decoration and her furniture was limited to practical weapons stands at the main doorway, a shelf of jutsu scrolls, a small electric heater and two seat couch and table that had the double duty as dining space. No television, just as she had said before. Someone had left the lights and it was warm enough her nose immediately began to run.
The blue haired woman ushered Ayumu in and slammed the door against the cold weather. "SuuUUuuuu-nuuuUuuu-keeee," she warbled, kicking one boot expertly across the room to the 'front' door then hopping to the couch to sit and pull off the other, "We're here to kidnap you for, uh, why was that? Squeentz? ...Is there anything to eat? I'm starviiinnggg!"
Tossing the other boot to its pair, she crawled across the floor to the small fridge tucked in the corner of her tiny kitchen. "Kogami, do you want not fancy alc- Oh no!", she began, followed by a horrified gasp and melting into the floor with despair, "The cake! It's gone!!?? Sunuke!? Where has the cake gone!?"
"Here," she sang happily, scaling the building side with three leaps landing on her eighth story balcony with cat-like grace. The floor boards beneath the blanket of snow creaked in warning and sunk dangerously under their weight. Yuii dived for the less dubiously crafted doorway, lest the floor collapsed under their combined weight, and fidgeted with the handle to try and coax it open. Yuii wasn't much of a handyman, evident by the way the splintering wooden and glass sliding door stuttered and scraped noisily as she pried it open. The snow, her vigilant savour for the evening, had coated the peeling paint and uncleanable stains on the old woodwork, making the somehow excellent view of the Torre a much more interesting sight.
A bare five meters wide and half again in length, Yuii's apartment was neither large nor up to date. Her tatami mats had been switched recently, one of the pairs of doors that no doubt led to bedrooms had been painted and an effort had been made to patch several cracks that had formed on her whitewashed walls. There was nothing to speak of for decoration and her furniture was limited to practical weapons stands at the main doorway, a shelf of jutsu scrolls, a small electric heater and two seat couch and table that had the double duty as dining space. No television, just as she had said before. Someone had left the lights and it was warm enough her nose immediately began to run.
The blue haired woman ushered Ayumu in and slammed the door against the cold weather. "SuuUUuuuu-nuuuUuuu-keeee," she warbled, kicking one boot expertly across the room to the 'front' door then hopping to the couch to sit and pull off the other, "We're here to kidnap you for, uh, why was that? Squeentz? ...Is there anything to eat? I'm starviiinnggg!"
Tossing the other boot to its pair, she crawled across the floor to the small fridge tucked in the corner of her tiny kitchen. "Kogami, do you want not fancy alc- Oh no!", she began, followed by a horrified gasp and melting into the floor with despair, "The cake! It's gone!!?? Sunuke!? Where has the cake gone!?"