Tea & SympathiesNov 30, 2022 23:24:56 GMT -5
groupSand Shinobi
age 33 years old
birthday 2/5
rank Kazekage
occupation
This Is For the Future For The Days To Come Takato had, as he often did, worked through the night. Rings around his eyes and a tired expression told about the tedium that such had been. Many moving part of a machine of bureaucracy to be tinkered, many cogs and gears to discard when they had become redundant, all so the byzantine mechanisms of governance continued their work. He liked to think it in those terms, he liked saying it when his children found him marching on before he fell upon the nearest couch to rest what few scant hours he could scrape until the cycle repeated itself or when he was allowed to mercifully rest. Any other man might have decided to bemoan and complain. Sometimes, when Takato felt older than his age and time made his bones ache after a day of moving little else but his hand as it would write documents. But in truth, after so many years in his position, he couldn't see it in any other way. He closed his eyes, trying to ease the ache from tired eyes away as the steam of freshly brewed tea caressed his worn features. He saw his face, a darker reflection, looking at him tiredly as the beginning of rough beard began to show, dark brown like his hair with streaks of grey and silver. Sighing he would look to his breakfast, sitting alone in a restaurant that he had frequented since he had been a boy, the owner older than him and bringing him the same thing every time he came. A trio of flat bread on a plate, dried dates, apricots and nuts, jam and cream. Enough to remind him of the days in which the sight of such delights would water his mouth. He reached for one of the flat breads, ripping a piece and spreading jam and butter on it before taking a bite. Closing his eyes and sighing despite himself, the Kazekage savored the flavors and welcomed the relief of warm food. Here, he oddly felt at peace. But the peace seemed to be interrupted slightly, not out impoliteness but for the opposite as a young woman stood before him a warm smile on her face. He felt surprised. After all whenever anyone saw him it was either with reverence or respect. Or sometimes both, at least in his village. Still chewing his first bite he would nod, looking for his tea, gulping down a sip before he spoke hoarsely. "Yes, please, you may sit." He added, assuming that either the woman had been stuck in her head or being a foreigner. "You're not from here, are you?" MADE BY VEL OF GS
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Harukei
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