Well, the walk there wasn’t exactly a physically trying ordeal, but the looks the two got was enough to keep the crimson color in Tama’s cheeks the entire way there.
Despite taking the quickest back paths he could find, and all the while moving at regular ninja speeds which involved jumping from building to building and shiz, people still saw them as they moved about in a routinely fashion for shinobi. Perhaps had they been anyone but Okibi and Tama no one would of glanced twice at them. However because they were the adopted daughter of the Kazekage and a local mad-scientist who had been known to blow up a few blocks every now and then, there were people that could do nothing more but stop and stare.
Perhaps it was because they were heading for the housing districts and not the hospital.
When finally they did land on street again, and the scientist did this with the utmost gentle fashion, he felt like he was going to have a coronary from the number of looks he got. Unable to even think of a real comment that would explain himself he simply threw up a guarded joke at them that would at least throw them off enough to allow Tama to get to his house without being followed by those awkward stares.
“Don’t lie, you know you're all jealous,” he would state before tossing his head up to turn his nose in the air and strut off down the street with his face as red as ever.
After passing a couple of larger houses and turning down another street to walk half a block they arrived at a relatively small house when compared to the two monster houses that seemed to squash the tiny house between them.
He chuckled a little to himself as he walked up to the door and removed a little crystal from his outer coat pocket, holding the lower half of Okibi with just his right upper arm. Deftly the hand grasped the key and inserted it into the diamond shaped slot that glowed a number of colors before the sound of at least six metal locks clicked. He smirked a little sheepishly at her,
“I’m still a little paranoid,</B><i></i>” He then pushed open the door with his foot.
Walking directly into the house was nothing but a narrow hallway that had a coat closet built into the right side. After that the rest of the house opened up into a living room/dining room/kitchen that was only separated by a bar. The flooring was fully wooden as the very thought of trying to clean a chemical mess out of a carpet was the stuff of nightmares.
The house, despite being small, was surprisingly well furnished with a couch and loveseat with a coffee table to match, a square dining table between the living room and kitchen with three chairs, and a fully furnished kitchen.
What obviously wasn’t surprising was the mess the little house was in. Papers and bits and pieces of machine were laid everywhere. Couch, table, floor, it didn’t matter; there was something there that added to the massive research Tama was almost always head deep into. Even the kitchen counters and bar was covered with a number of beakers filled with fluids whose smells were being contained by cork stoppers.
It was defiantly Tama’s house alright. The smell of papers, metal, and the slight scent of chemicals was immediately present as they stepped into the thick of it. His face was less red now as they were within a private shelter that was the current home to at least one of them. The mess really didn’t embarrass the scientist at all as he knew that the girl in his arms was well aware of his genius fueled liter.
Walking up to the couch Tama lifted his foot and cleared it off via a concord of falling papers and bolts hitting the wooden floor. He then gently laid Okibi out on the brown colored cushions and scooted off to the kitchen to grab two glasses and fill them with water. His returned was accomplished by setting the two glass water filled cups down on the coffee table and flopping on the love seat.
“<B>Behold! …the house. Excuse the mess but my guy who cleans up is on vacation. Something about recovering from massive paper cuts and what-nawt.”
Despite taking the quickest back paths he could find, and all the while moving at regular ninja speeds which involved jumping from building to building and shiz, people still saw them as they moved about in a routinely fashion for shinobi. Perhaps had they been anyone but Okibi and Tama no one would of glanced twice at them. However because they were the adopted daughter of the Kazekage and a local mad-scientist who had been known to blow up a few blocks every now and then, there were people that could do nothing more but stop and stare.
Perhaps it was because they were heading for the housing districts and not the hospital.
When finally they did land on street again, and the scientist did this with the utmost gentle fashion, he felt like he was going to have a coronary from the number of looks he got. Unable to even think of a real comment that would explain himself he simply threw up a guarded joke at them that would at least throw them off enough to allow Tama to get to his house without being followed by those awkward stares.
“Don’t lie, you know you're all jealous,” he would state before tossing his head up to turn his nose in the air and strut off down the street with his face as red as ever.
After passing a couple of larger houses and turning down another street to walk half a block they arrived at a relatively small house when compared to the two monster houses that seemed to squash the tiny house between them.
He chuckled a little to himself as he walked up to the door and removed a little crystal from his outer coat pocket, holding the lower half of Okibi with just his right upper arm. Deftly the hand grasped the key and inserted it into the diamond shaped slot that glowed a number of colors before the sound of at least six metal locks clicked. He smirked a little sheepishly at her,
“I’m still a little paranoid,</B><i></i>” He then pushed open the door with his foot.
Walking directly into the house was nothing but a narrow hallway that had a coat closet built into the right side. After that the rest of the house opened up into a living room/dining room/kitchen that was only separated by a bar. The flooring was fully wooden as the very thought of trying to clean a chemical mess out of a carpet was the stuff of nightmares.
The house, despite being small, was surprisingly well furnished with a couch and loveseat with a coffee table to match, a square dining table between the living room and kitchen with three chairs, and a fully furnished kitchen.
What obviously wasn’t surprising was the mess the little house was in. Papers and bits and pieces of machine were laid everywhere. Couch, table, floor, it didn’t matter; there was something there that added to the massive research Tama was almost always head deep into. Even the kitchen counters and bar was covered with a number of beakers filled with fluids whose smells were being contained by cork stoppers.
It was defiantly Tama’s house alright. The smell of papers, metal, and the slight scent of chemicals was immediately present as they stepped into the thick of it. His face was less red now as they were within a private shelter that was the current home to at least one of them. The mess really didn’t embarrass the scientist at all as he knew that the girl in his arms was well aware of his genius fueled liter.
Walking up to the couch Tama lifted his foot and cleared it off via a concord of falling papers and bolts hitting the wooden floor. He then gently laid Okibi out on the brown colored cushions and scooted off to the kitchen to grab two glasses and fill them with water. His returned was accomplished by setting the two glass water filled cups down on the coffee table and flopping on the love seat.
“<B>Behold! …the house. Excuse the mess but my guy who cleans up is on vacation. Something about recovering from massive paper cuts and what-nawt.”