[ Shino and Murasame have taken to investigating the trees at the east end, Murasame perching on the lower branches and peering down at Shino, who stares back up at him. They're not immediately obvious in the gentle crowd that moves through the area, a shortish young man and the crow disguised by the shadows, and neither of them smell quite like they should‐certainly, warm bodies, one with a featheriness to it, the other with warm skin and a pleasant sort of light floral soap, but also something... dark. Heavy, not quite bloody, never that, but as if there's an implication of it.
Shino waves at Murasame and then collapses onto a bench, tipping his head back to stare up through the branches of the trees overhead. His legs are straight out in front of him, everything about his posture relaxed, until the crow who'd been in the tree hops off and flaps his wings as he flies out, heading toward the figure of Konoha with a caw and a called out: ]
Jinba! Jinba!
[ As he wheels higher overhead. Shino lifts his head, looking in Konoha's direction, and he smiles at the sight of her: larger than life, and she says that she's smaller than others. Incredible! He pushes up to his feet, wearing slacks and a buttondown shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Murasame continues to circle overhead before angling back toward him, coming in to land on Shino's shoulder with practised ease. ]
Konoha!
[ He lifts a hand in a wave of sorts, having called out in what amounts to a shout. This had been about scents, hadn't it? Probably, but he's upwind anyway, and he's curious if not expectant. ]
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Shino waves at Murasame and then collapses onto a bench, tipping his head back to stare up through the branches of the trees overhead. His legs are straight out in front of him, everything about his posture relaxed, until the crow who'd been in the tree hops off and flaps his wings as he flies out, heading toward the figure of Konoha with a caw and a called out: ]
Jinba! Jinba!
[ As he wheels higher overhead. Shino lifts his head, looking in Konoha's direction, and he smiles at the sight of her: larger than life, and she says that she's smaller than others. Incredible! He pushes up to his feet, wearing slacks and a buttondown shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Murasame continues to circle overhead before angling back toward him, coming in to land on Shino's shoulder with practised ease. ]
Konoha!
[ He lifts a hand in a wave of sorts, having called out in what amounts to a shout. This had been about scents, hadn't it? Probably, but he's upwind anyway, and he's curious if not expectant. ]