Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160607002947/@comment-25924729-20160607022934

Despite the cold weather, the assassin wore her usual thin silk kimono, and lay flat bodied on the hotel's frost covered roof, all by choice, part of her self inflicted training. Tigris fought her own body's shivering, while sweeping the landscape below through the rifle scope.

She spotted him from a mile away. The girl angled her head to the right, so her breath wouldn't cloud her rifle's scope, and formed a thin stream of fog by her side with every breath. Crosshairs locked on the red scarved boy, as she tracked her Kinaver-kun's path towards the hotel.

Behind her gaze, was an unmistakable look of affection, and reluctance.

She waited until he was inside, and the receptionist called her via scroll. Tigris gathered up her belongings with numb fingers, and took the elevator down to the lobby. A soft "ding", and she stepped out, then approached him from behind.

"Kinaver-kun." she whispered, wearing her usual deadpan expression. But inside, though she didn't show it, her heart was pounding with nervous affection.