Sand Village Embassy
Jan 6, 2009 15:21:18 GMT -7
Post by kitsumi on Jan 6, 2009 15:21:18 GMT -7
Meanwhile, while Kitsumi was reading over their note of instructions, if they could be called such, Zurai had returned from his Refreshening, and also took a quick peak at the line. She smirked at his comment, and tossed the slip of paper into the garbage bin next to the desk they stood next to. Zurai noticed another note on the table, in which Kitsumi walked over this time to check, even though the boy had read it out.
"Hmm...I think that was left by that Girl that just walked out, I saw her leaving through the window. I'll keep an eye on anyone if their inside though, who know's how many others could be staying inside a place as big as this...As for the keys, maybe in the desk..."
Kitsumi said, shrugging as she sat in the squishy chair. It was one of those office Chairs, the kind with a soft cushion, wheels on the bottom, and could spin around. It was tempting to push against the desk, and go sliding across the floor to be honest...but somehow the kunoichi refrained despite the fact only Zurui was around. Although obviously older, she didn't feel obliged to act much of a senior or be a "Role model."
With another crack of her bubblegum, she opened one of the drawers in the desk, revealing Staplers, staples, Paper Clips, thumb Tacks, stickers, rubber bands, and all that kind of office supplies. The Drawer under that contained blank paper and envelopes of various sizes. As for the other side of the desk, there was various forms, for those leaving, those entering, for merchants and traders and all sorts of business imaginable. The final Drawer was essentially reference books, important people, dates for meetings, reservations for Rooms. Sighing, Kitsumi leaned back into the chair, rocking A bit.
"Guess not, just a bunch of boring stuff we'll have to use when someone comes...I wonder how busy it gets here. Judging by the lack of staff, I don't think we'll be swarmed or anything, you know?"
She said, a tone of hope in her voice as she leaned on the table with an elbow, supporting her head. She missed the center Drawer, which sure enough housed various key rings and notes about the Mansion, were things were located and such.
[Short post, I'm sorry, I suffered from Writers block...]
"Hmm...I think that was left by that Girl that just walked out, I saw her leaving through the window. I'll keep an eye on anyone if their inside though, who know's how many others could be staying inside a place as big as this...As for the keys, maybe in the desk..."
Kitsumi said, shrugging as she sat in the squishy chair. It was one of those office Chairs, the kind with a soft cushion, wheels on the bottom, and could spin around. It was tempting to push against the desk, and go sliding across the floor to be honest...but somehow the kunoichi refrained despite the fact only Zurui was around. Although obviously older, she didn't feel obliged to act much of a senior or be a "Role model."
With another crack of her bubblegum, she opened one of the drawers in the desk, revealing Staplers, staples, Paper Clips, thumb Tacks, stickers, rubber bands, and all that kind of office supplies. The Drawer under that contained blank paper and envelopes of various sizes. As for the other side of the desk, there was various forms, for those leaving, those entering, for merchants and traders and all sorts of business imaginable. The final Drawer was essentially reference books, important people, dates for meetings, reservations for Rooms. Sighing, Kitsumi leaned back into the chair, rocking A bit.
"Guess not, just a bunch of boring stuff we'll have to use when someone comes...I wonder how busy it gets here. Judging by the lack of staff, I don't think we'll be swarmed or anything, you know?"
She said, a tone of hope in her voice as she leaned on the table with an elbow, supporting her head. She missed the center Drawer, which sure enough housed various key rings and notes about the Mansion, were things were located and such.
[Short post, I'm sorry, I suffered from Writers block...]