Faint echoes evolve into resounding clacking; her leather boots at times cause the kunoichi to appear lager than intended, despite her petite stature. On this particular forenoon did she not adorn herself with the usual spectacles, unnecessary when she found herself without work or patients. Strolling through the corridors allowed Mikasa to consider the potential wording for her application, to obtain a passport would allow further research outside of the village.
Under normal circumstances the thought would have never been given the light of day due her lack of leverage, however after the recent obtaining of a shadowing trainee did she find ground. Truthfully, to position oneself within the village at all times stunted growth and she refused to be a caged fowl at any cost Furthermore, rumor of Moon Countries vegetation was of interest, to collect samples and bring them to the Konohagakure laboratories were ideal, in her opinion.
Fluttering her platinum locks to and fro, would she round the final corner before coming to a halt before the receptionist center. Her digits adjusting her crimson collar, one could say she was quite a contradiction; serious in regards to her position, yet childish in her endeavors of research. The maiden would not allow herself to falter on this day, a scroll of parchment from within her arm sleeve would unravel upon work space. “For consideration, please pass this on.” she comments in a sweet dove tone, turning about on her heel to take a temporary seat. Hopefully this would end well for both parties, Mikasa able to utilize a passport at her own discretion.
Her legs overlap, hands cupping against one another. The waiting game.
'I like me better when I'm with you.'
<i></i>Under normal circumstances the thought would have never been given the light of day due her lack of leverage, however after the recent obtaining of a shadowing trainee did she find ground. Truthfully, to position oneself within the village at all times stunted growth and she refused to be a caged fowl at any cost Furthermore, rumor of Moon Countries vegetation was of interest, to collect samples and bring them to the Konohagakure laboratories were ideal, in her opinion.
Fluttering her platinum locks to and fro, would she round the final corner before coming to a halt before the receptionist center. Her digits adjusting her crimson collar, one could say she was quite a contradiction; serious in regards to her position, yet childish in her endeavors of research. The maiden would not allow herself to falter on this day, a scroll of parchment from within her arm sleeve would unravel upon work space. “For consideration, please pass this on.” she comments in a sweet dove tone, turning about on her heel to take a temporary seat. Hopefully this would end well for both parties, Mikasa able to utilize a passport at her own discretion.
Her legs overlap, hands cupping against one another. The waiting game.
'I like me better when I'm with you.'
