The Medical Sennin sifts through a mound of paperwork, the final documentation of the Medical and ANBU agreement coming to a closure. Pressing her index finger against the material between the lenses of her eye wear, Mikasa snugs the spectacles upon the bridge of her nose once more. This particular morning would be full of surprises, a former medical shinobi of Konohagakure was expected to make his reappearance and being the second within recent memory to do so. Hopefully the returning male would possess an array of information to benefit the village with, Mikasa longs for another situation as Tachibana Akihiko; bringing back a plethora of information on interesting variations of Bloodline Traits based on his village expeditions.
Creating neat piles for the paperwork to be filed at a later point in the day, Mikasa begins to prepare for her guest, placing two glasses upon the table. Tenderly her digits caress against a pitcher of vibrant carrot hue liquid, the sweet nectar pleasing to her senses. Pouring the containment into the glass she finally begins to dawn on the notion of a potential addiction to orange juice and sweets in a general sense; never the least she wonders if fruit would be necessary, but dismisses the thought entirely.
Turning about, the maiden strolls over to unlatch the window, allowing for a fresh breeze to stream into the room and the zephyrs wafting the scent of the Stargazer Lilies upon the windowsill to present themselves. The view of the overlooking of the rehabilitation garden was her favorite, spending any personal time attending to it, though this was a rarity in itself and one of Lady Yomi's former close aids usually found doing so. Content with the vibrant atmosphere, the young sennin returns to her chair to await for the one known as Uchiha Daisuke, "I must resist indulging myself, until he arrives." the woman murmurs aloud.
Creating neat piles for the paperwork to be filed at a later point in the day, Mikasa begins to prepare for her guest, placing two glasses upon the table. Tenderly her digits caress against a pitcher of vibrant carrot hue liquid, the sweet nectar pleasing to her senses. Pouring the containment into the glass she finally begins to dawn on the notion of a potential addiction to orange juice and sweets in a general sense; never the least she wonders if fruit would be necessary, but dismisses the thought entirely.
Turning about, the maiden strolls over to unlatch the window, allowing for a fresh breeze to stream into the room and the zephyrs wafting the scent of the Stargazer Lilies upon the windowsill to present themselves. The view of the overlooking of the rehabilitation garden was her favorite, spending any personal time attending to it, though this was a rarity in itself and one of Lady Yomi's former close aids usually found doing so. Content with the vibrant atmosphere, the young sennin returns to her chair to await for the one known as Uchiha Daisuke, "I must resist indulging myself, until he arrives." the woman murmurs aloud.
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