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tampered2008-12-19 06:17 pm
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[in-progress] midnight snacks
When; December 11th, night
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Haruno Sakura [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
betterthanthen] and Uzumaki Naruto [frogonaleaf
Summary; I quote: "It's midnight, one day after Naruto's arrival in the City; he's sleeping on Sakura's couch, and raiding her fridge and snoring loudly." And Sakura just can't sleep.
Log;
Tick, tick. Tick, tick.
Tomorrow she had an afternoon shift at the hospital, thank God. And thankfully, all the trauma related to the mistletoe mishaps had faded. Sakura had brushed her mouth repeatedly, showered three times, and mentally ordered herself to forget the first kiss of December 10th. Obviously, it would be some time before she'd go to the forest to train again. Obviously.
At least it hadn't been as bad with Neji or Tenten, but still. There was noise coming from the living room. It wasn't that she had the sharpest hearing around, but she'd gotten so used to the silence in the apartment once night settled in, that any little movement reached her ears. Deciding that if she couldn't sleep, she might as well go out and assure herself that her new 'temporary-of-sorts' housemate wouldn't wreck her place, Sakura got up. It could have been a bit warmer in the apartment, she mused as she pulled a comfortable white bathrobe one.
Apartment #24, building 3, had four rooms. Three bedrooms--the larger one belonged to Sakura, who'd gotten into this apartment first; then one accross from hers down the narrow hallway, was Rin's; then a third, Shikamaru's. Many people had slept in those two latter rooms, yet Sakura remained constant. She'd taken to calling it her apartment, at least in her mind. Her house, her little comune, where all the newcomers spent a night. Sometimes.
The hallways opened to the living room, the third room--and largest--of the house. As Sakura stepped into it, she could see the orange couch placed in the middle of the room, right in front of the TV set. In the left corner, by the window, was the dining table--hardly ever used, sad to say. Left of the table was a door leading to the kitchen. There was light coming from under the kitchen door, and so she followed it. On her way, she paused to smile at the plant on the coffee table, courtesy of her newest freeloader.
"Of all the things," she murmured to herself, and opened the door to the kitchen. "Can't sleep?" she asked, leaning against the doorway and crossing her arms.
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Haruno Sakura [
betterthanthen] and Uzumaki Naruto [frogonaleafSummary; I quote: "It's midnight, one day after Naruto's arrival in the City; he's sleeping on Sakura's couch, and raiding her fridge and snoring loudly." And Sakura just can't sleep.
Log;
Tick, tick. Tick, tick.
Tomorrow she had an afternoon shift at the hospital, thank God. And thankfully, all the trauma related to the mistletoe mishaps had faded. Sakura had brushed her mouth repeatedly, showered three times, and mentally ordered herself to forget the first kiss of December 10th. Obviously, it would be some time before she'd go to the forest to train again. Obviously.
At least it hadn't been as bad with Neji or Tenten, but still. There was noise coming from the living room. It wasn't that she had the sharpest hearing around, but she'd gotten so used to the silence in the apartment once night settled in, that any little movement reached her ears. Deciding that if she couldn't sleep, she might as well go out and assure herself that her new 'temporary-of-sorts' housemate wouldn't wreck her place, Sakura got up. It could have been a bit warmer in the apartment, she mused as she pulled a comfortable white bathrobe one.
Apartment #24, building 3, had four rooms. Three bedrooms--the larger one belonged to Sakura, who'd gotten into this apartment first; then one accross from hers down the narrow hallway, was Rin's; then a third, Shikamaru's. Many people had slept in those two latter rooms, yet Sakura remained constant. She'd taken to calling it her apartment, at least in her mind. Her house, her little comune, where all the newcomers spent a night. Sometimes.
The hallways opened to the living room, the third room--and largest--of the house. As Sakura stepped into it, she could see the orange couch placed in the middle of the room, right in front of the TV set. In the left corner, by the window, was the dining table--hardly ever used, sad to say. Left of the table was a door leading to the kitchen. There was light coming from under the kitchen door, and so she followed it. On her way, she paused to smile at the plant on the coffee table, courtesy of her newest freeloader.
"Of all the things," she murmured to herself, and opened the door to the kitchen. "Can't sleep?" she asked, leaning against the doorway and crossing her arms.