Team Five visits the Stand.

[David]

He kept smiling at her. " Tragically..? I wouldn't say that. I think unrepairable damage is about right. " He joked.

He stretched out his arms on the table and touched the other side of the counter and just put his head down in between his arms. He was still feeling a little nauseous. But he wouldn't tell her.

[Tenko]

Frowning slightly as he propped his head against the table, Ino twirled around in her stool, leaning forward with her hands on her knees to gaze (with hesitant concern) at the back of his spiky hair as opposed to the smile he had offered her before. “I didn’t think it was that bad,” She prompted unhelpfully, though it was obviously clear to the kunoichi that ‘irreparable damage’ wasn’t what ailed the boy.

With a sigh, she shook her head, stretching almost languidly in her seat to place her back against the counter, propping her elbows against its surface, while contemplating Haru’s hunched up figure, as though lounging in an arm-chair. Crossing one leg over the other, she considered him with a gentle smile (only because the pervert couldn’t see it), and spoke quietly to him. “You know, I could always help you home,” Ino informed him, which was generous considering her usual mood. “You don’t really have to be here if you’d rather just sleep…”

Ayame placed the four boxes of take-out over the counter, and Ino turned her turquoise eyes back a moment to thank the woman, pulling more money out onto the counter before comfortably fixing her position again.

[David]

He twisted his head to the right to look at her. He still had his trademark smile on his face.

" Naw...I'm a big boy I can walk myself home. " He said while getting up. " Well...I guess I'll see you some other time. Bye " He said while walking out.

He began to head to his apartment. He was tired and nauseous.

[Tenko]

Gazing at him with concern as he left, it was a beat before Ino realized what she was really doing; eyes widening, the kunoichi straightened up on her stool as opposed to leaning forward and watching him leave, crossing her arms and giving a mild sniff that could’ve signified hastily-conjured carelessness.

“If you’re sure,” she replied, attempting to make amends with herself by steadying her tone. “Don’t stop to flirt with the girls, Hiyashi-kun; I don’t think any of them will go out with you if you puke on their clothes.” A try at her regular haughty air, but when Haru turned his back to her and she was out of reach of his smile, she gave a silent sigh, watching him with concern and an almost fond smile on her face.

Today hadn’t been so bad.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”
Then he was gone, and she was left alone sharing Ichiraku with Mizu, not to mention her money on the table for the other girl as well. She hesitated a moment then laughed slightly, opening her personal left-overs and downing them mildly at the counter. “At least I didn’t have to pay for Haru’s five bowls…

“Gentlemen. They’re all weirdo’s nowadays.”

[Meimei]

Hinata looked over at Kiba, unsure of how she should go about this situation. What Kiba was saying, it was perfectly correct. Even so, prestigious clans and the expectations of the villagers of the current Genin were adding extra pressure to those who would now be named 'genin', and a simple mistake wouldn't be taken too lightly in missions further up. Even Hinata knew that.

"You're right.." Hinata found herself agreeing, despite what was currently going through her head. Maybe she was wrong by saying that but she could still live in this dream world of hers. But, even in D ranks, something could go wrong. In repair work, a beam or something could fall, or a cat to escape from them more than once. She couldn't help but worry despite the words of encouragement from Kiba.

Her pale eyes gazed around. The ramen stand seemed to be filling up since what was present of their team had left, and the team was still down a member. That meant the mission wouldn't be able to start just yet, didn't it? And that, for some reason, didn't help Hinata's dwindling confidence. Did the other boy, Gaara, decide he didn't like this team? He didn't seem to be over-joyed with who he had for team mates, Hinata had concluded from his body language from the training session. There was also that he kept his distance from the team, although that seemed suited to what she had seen of his personality.

Hinata managed a small smile at Kiba's words. Of course, they were sweet, but he really couldn't promise something that was based on chance and odds, could he? "I'm sure I w-will," she nodded, although she didn't seem to have the full confidence she had a little earlier.

{Ick. I haven't roleplayed since the laptop went. ><}