The young purple haired shinobi awoke suddenly, half of her mind still caught up in the throes of a bothersome dream. Her arms froze above her head, paralyzed mid-flail. Okibi blinked herself into full wakefulness, slowly struggling to sit up in the tangled mess that was her nest of blankets. She rubbed her face and surveyed her dark room; it was fairly sparse, considering it was the room of a teenage girl. The only kind of furnishing she had (and it was arguable that it could even be called that) was her pile of faux furs and blankets that she used as a bed. Any actual furnishings had been removed long ago since they really served no purpose for a girl that spent most of her life in the wild. Drawers, beds and desks served no purpose for a girl with tastes as simple as hers. Okibi was absolutely content with having a barren den.
Her eyes roamed to the right, where Seven's immense form was curled under the only window her room had, breathing deeply. She laughed quietly when he twitched and yelped quietly in his sleep, wondering what he was dreaming of. The thought made her think back on what it was that woke her, and the smile quickly slipped off her face.
"Stupid foxes." She murmured to herself as she untangled her legs from the blankets. She made sure to be quiet as she rose and strode towards the door, taking note that it was still rather late, judging by the still-dim crystals outside. Going back to sleep would have been nice, but that dream had gotten her so riled that lying down and trying to doze off just wasnt going to happen for a while. A midnight snack was needed.
So Okibi padded down the dark halls of the Takahashi household, careful to side step any of the floor boards she knew to be a little creaky. A slight draft drifted through the house and hit her bare legs, causing the girl to shiver. Suddenly she was wishing she'd brought one of the blankets with her. Was the house always so chilly at night?
She slipped into the dark kitchen quietly and made a beeline for the fridge. She pulled open the magic cold box (wincing when the light blinded her for a second) and pulled out a carton of milk. Without bothering with a glass, she popped open the top and drank it straight. At one point, she tipped the carton back a little too far and ended up getting a nose full of milk. She snorted and pulled the carton away, but it was too late; a good deal of the liquid had already run down her chin and dripped onto her chest.
Which was naked.
Like the rest of her.
... That explained why the air felt chilly didnt it?
Her eyes roamed to the right, where Seven's immense form was curled under the only window her room had, breathing deeply. She laughed quietly when he twitched and yelped quietly in his sleep, wondering what he was dreaming of. The thought made her think back on what it was that woke her, and the smile quickly slipped off her face.
"Stupid foxes." She murmured to herself as she untangled her legs from the blankets. She made sure to be quiet as she rose and strode towards the door, taking note that it was still rather late, judging by the still-dim crystals outside. Going back to sleep would have been nice, but that dream had gotten her so riled that lying down and trying to doze off just wasnt going to happen for a while. A midnight snack was needed.
So Okibi padded down the dark halls of the Takahashi household, careful to side step any of the floor boards she knew to be a little creaky. A slight draft drifted through the house and hit her bare legs, causing the girl to shiver. Suddenly she was wishing she'd brought one of the blankets with her. Was the house always so chilly at night?
She slipped into the dark kitchen quietly and made a beeline for the fridge. She pulled open the magic cold box (wincing when the light blinded her for a second) and pulled out a carton of milk. Without bothering with a glass, she popped open the top and drank it straight. At one point, she tipped the carton back a little too far and ended up getting a nose full of milk. She snorted and pulled the carton away, but it was too late; a good deal of the liquid had already run down her chin and dripped onto her chest.
Which was naked.
Like the rest of her.
... That explained why the air felt chilly didnt it?