[Muramatsa, Asami]

Dressed down in a more fit garb for the activity she had undertaken today she found herself by design in one of the humanitarian camps for the homeless. Kusagakure catered to all, freely: of different villages, religions and those without a voice. "There you go, sweetheart." Her voice drawled calmly, quietly, and full of wamrth as she used her main pair of arms to hand over a bowl of ramen - it was primarily a broth with vegetables and a tiny dash of meat but it was what they could afford to do. What they didn't normally afford to do was pay its manpower: and that was why she needed to give herself over for the day.

Her lower set of arms pulled down her skirt which had kept on riding up. It was less comfortable than she had remembered and she continued serving. That was the nature of having the six arms, it was very pervasive in all areas of her life: but in days like this she tried to use only her primary arms, because people tended to ... have adverse reactions when all six of them were splaying around doing different things. Just from growing up, she'd learned how to use them all in unison, no different to others - and she wasn't clumsy either... but for appearances, the other four remained by her sides, enhancing her 'broad' appearance from the front that hid her curves.

"Thank yew-" the croak of an elderly woman accepted it with thanks as she took off with her tray. Asami kept on doing just that: happy in her oasis of the mismatched. She couldn't do this forever though, she had... things to do. But a few hours, that was fine.

Right?

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[Narahashi Koume]

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The task for the day or at least for the moment was a simple yet very helpful one to the community, next up on the pinkette’s agenda - volunteering at the local shelter. The sizzling of pots roasting over flames, the prominent smell of vegetable and meat alike brewing in the atmosphere as the stew continued to boil. Pots and pans alike clanked as the kitchen staff worked diligently to deliver and there at the bubbling pot stood Koume, stirring with all her might. She was placed on the back-of-house crew to help with the cooking though she was far from being considered a chef.

"HOT POT COMING THRU!” Two floral mittens covered her hands, Koume danced around her teammate Asami as she served the remainder of the first serving of soup. With a thud the metal pot and its steaming contents were placed into its holder, not only free food but the freshest food there was. Emerald hues scanned the older lady, taking note of her cute outfit. Hmm. The teen hummed as her gaze continued to trace Asami’s figure. Looking back at her own backside, Koume would pout before turning back to the lady.

"Wow Asami-san..Dinner AND a show?” She smiled, lightly swinging one of her mittens to hit the side of the blonde's hip. Light jest from the teen with little purpose behind it other than messing with the woman. Leaning on the counter beside her teammate, Koume continued. "Ya know, if I had to guess I’d say someone has a date after this, hmm?” A big grin made its way onto the girl’s features, her eyes squinting as her smile stretched from ear to ear.

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[Futago Kumori]

Kumori herself is busy working the entrance to the humanitarian camp, though she was without weapons at the moment. The last thing she wanted to do was scare any of the homeless away completely, with the brunette really only there to keep the crowd peaceful and stop any fights that might erupt. She would be strong enough to break up a fight with even the largest or the most "stimulated" of the homeless, should it come down to it, but so far the group had been cordial with one another, likely trying to avoid being removed from the premises or denied the help they needed. She even managed to keep the scowl off her face that she sometimes managed to grow while she was working the gate guard. This job was honestly a lot less stressful, even if she didn't have her weapons on her; the promise of hot food might have made this population more or less peaceful, for now.

She's only tangentially aware of the two other women working in the kitchen to cook, prepare, and serve the food, and she hopes intensely that there's enough food for everyone; she's sure if they're told that there's not enough food, there's a good chance they might get violent at that point, and not with one another, but likely with her. She's certainly aware that the blonde is getting some leers, and not just from the homeless men. Kumori didn't think it was because she had six arms, either. She sighs as the pinkette and the blonde talk to one another, and she wishes she had somebody to help pass the guard duty time with, but perhaps it was best that she remain focused on her job and not distracted, by one thing or another. After another group of four get up and leave their table, Kumori gives Youme and Asami a wave to let them know that they should expect more before she leads another four into the humanitarian aid camp.

At least the line was gradually getting shorter.

[Muramatsa, Asami]

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Listening to her surroundings, Asami moved out of the way between the shing of the metal and the thud of it going onto the table in front of them in the buffer between the people and the mboth, while Asami minimed her own space to ensuring that she didn't graze any hot-pots that could leave a mark on her skin. She didn't mind it - accepted the people around her and so she wouldn't seem to jump back or be surprised at the tap on her hip, though it would graze against her pairs of arms and they would reflexively pull closer to her skin.

"Koumeee~" Asami giggled at her, wiping her hair from her face before it covered her eyes. There was a joyful way to the sound of her voice as it quivered with sincerity. "No, not today.." She smiled down at herself, handing another bowl over to a grateful recipient while Koume leaned over. It was only right to reward her for her own work - Asami took an interest in Koume's own appearance, "I think you look stunning in the hair net, it really suits you." One of her arms would uncurl from her body to cover her mouth as she giggled again - eyes shut - before opening as her nose did the talking for her. She would then lean over the steaming pot, feeling the heat rise against her skin.

In truth Asami didn't feel very confident about her body. "It smells delicious, Koume-chan. Thank you darlin," Her warm voice would quickly change the subject as she leant over, pulling her hair back to prevent it from falling onto Koume's hard work. They had worked exceptionally well for their team - and with Asami being aware of their age gap and personally? She didn't mind. She had been eclipsed her entire life by those younger and more talented - she did not mark her worth by being a Shinobi and by who they were at their core. And Koume was one of the good ones. Yes - there was an argument to be made from the brutalist regime that effort made best: and Asami with her six arms might have been better suited to cooking. She held a different view in that anybody could put in the effort.

Asami would keep an eye on the queues - they didn't feel like they were dying down. But people were being fed and that was important. This was important. Looking as another line of people - fresh faces littered among the old were introduced and Asami would flash a smile of gratitude to the guard as she continued.

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