Grey Cloud Building : Apartment 15 : Torachi’s Place
A little piece of nirvana located in the centre of a cess pool of drugs, violence and freaky neighbors who like to have sex of creaky ass beds at all hours of the day and night.
A little piece of nirvana located in the centre of a cess pool of drugs, violence and freaky neighbors who like to have sex of creaky ass beds at all hours of the day and night.
A steamy cascade of water washed a crimson flow down the girls stomach and thighs, flushing the resulting pink liquid to swirl down the drain. Torachi stood silently in her shower with a solemn look on her face simply watching how her blood diluted and washed away, razor blade tightly gripped in her other hand. Despite the stoic outer appearance she gave off inside she was a total mess, her personal doctor and friend had visited her two days ago and two had discussed Tora getting out more and trying to regain some of the life she once held. The dark haired girl wasn’t against the idea, recently she had begun to feel a little restless but despite that she couldn’t help but be crippled by anxiety as she imagined every single thing that could go wrong actually happening, the cutting of her flesh was something of a bad habit she’d developed for calming the anxiety down much to the chagrin of Kitsune who will no doubt notice the fresh wound and reprimand her for it.
With a gentle sigh Torachi would place the razor back on the shelf where it belonged and began to turn the knobs of the shower to turn off the flow. The cut on her arm had already started to clot, stopping the flow enough for her to not drip in all over her apartment. Considering where in the village she lived and the lifestyle she lead it would be surprising to find that her apartment was almost sickly levels of clean, mostly due to the fact that she’d spent 95% of her days within the walls it was almost inevitable. After a little time wiping down her body from the excess water, she would grab some panties from just outside the bathroom and put them on, keeping the towel wrapped around her shoulders for the time being as she approached the kitchen. Opening the fridge she pulled out a bottle of homemade fruit juice, something she’d started to do recently and really enjoyed.
Thanks to her mind still galloping along at ten to the dozen the girl hadn’t quite realized how long she’d been in the shower at this point. “I hope that she doesn’t drag me somewhere filled with a bunch of gossiping fuckwits… somewhere quiet… She’d better keep my feelings in mind, fucking titty monster!” She spoke to herself out loud as she faced the apartments only window with her back to the front door near enough naked and honestly not even caring, she was comfortable enough with her body though she maintained a little shame this was her home and if she couldn’t be comfortable here, where could she be?
[MFT - 449]