Curate, connect, and discover
Warnings!- Fem reader, slightly mature language.
Walking through the wooden arches of the house that is the Zenin clans, muffled conversations heard in the background as your heels click against the creaking floorboards. Turning to the left, idly, incredibly bored by this elder yapping your ear off about some ‘You should be honoured we are even asking for a woman’s opinion, offering marriage into OUR clan’ Where are you manners? The ajar bamboo door is slid 3 inches, and from the opening, a dirty blond, piercing eyes, makes eye contact. A small, polite smile graces my lips as a sign of acknowledgement, only to be met with a scowl of disgust by the man. What a pretty face for such a shitty attitude? Maybe it’s a bad day. Let’s hope I see the cutie around more often to determine.