K o d o k i, D o k i j i m a
Main Class: Taijutsu ll Sub Class: Medical
CP: 380 ll AC: 8,900 ll Ryo: 1100
A scruffy bob of green hair stalked outside the kage door's entrance. One ear under the mossy bushels pressed to the side to make out most of the room's excitement and clamor. She didn't know half the things they were talking about but the feeling of kinship was mightly familiar. Doki spent a whole year of crackhead training and working, she hardly spent any time with any body even though they exchanged brief pleasantries. That was a thing of the past. Now, Doki will have to prepare them a congratulatory exclamation. Her tongue was held in silence for their lovely matrimony. Or Holy or whatever. And none better than the Lady Raikage herself?
Ah! I should get them a bouquet! Her face was bright, smiling in all happiness. But then her ray of sunshine melted into shells of shadows over her eyes. Then a bead of exaggeration slipped down the nape of her questioning neck upon her realizationi. New brides are sometimes catty about getting first flowers before the actual ceremony.. Doki nearly allowed a surprised gasp to escape her system had it not been for her hand to cover it in time. Were they exchanging vows now?
Her spiral shaped eyes melted into foamy pools of salmon after hearing Fuyu's sentence. She wondered what it was like, to be that happy with someone. Doki was getting caught up in the moment. Oh, be still my heart, I knoweth not to cry! She couldn't help bringing out a hankerchief to dab below her eyes.
