Tinya felt eyes on her long before she'd turned around to see that yes, she was being followed. Which wasn't entirely unexpected or unexperienced, she'd been fairly famous back home. First for being a Wazzo, then for being a Legionnaire. In general, she liked for all eyes to be on her.
Though, this follower seemed...different. For starters, they were totally nude. At first, she thought that they may be like her, not feeling the chill in the air one bit, but public decorum had to be maintained. Wandering through town completely starkers didn't do it.
She instinctively tried to phase but again found it impossible, a maddening experience. So she had to brace herself for a fight. Sasuke was a strict taskmaster and a fascinating opponent, she was getting her ass kicked but learning more every day. So Tinya stopped walking and whirled around to face her follower, but they weren't there.
Instead, she faced a small boy, painfully skinny and with dirt on his face. But the feel of his gaze felt the same as the previous person's. Something was very, very wrong.
Tinya backed up and into a small shop, hoping that an audience would make her follower pause. It didn't. He followed her in, crowding into her personal space.
Her apologies to whomever owned the shop and to the onlookers, things were likely going to go poorly.
Impending Intimacy
Though, this follower seemed...different. For starters, they were totally nude. At first, she thought that they may be like her, not feeling the chill in the air one bit, but public decorum had to be maintained. Wandering through town completely starkers didn't do it.
She instinctively tried to phase but again found it impossible, a maddening experience. So she had to brace herself for a fight. Sasuke was a strict taskmaster and a fascinating opponent, she was getting her ass kicked but learning more every day. So Tinya stopped walking and whirled around to face her follower, but they weren't there.
Instead, she faced a small boy, painfully skinny and with dirt on his face. But the feel of his gaze felt the same as the previous person's. Something was very, very wrong.
Tinya backed up and into a small shop, hoping that an audience would make her follower pause. It didn't. He followed her in, crowding into her personal space.
Her apologies to whomever owned the shop and to the onlookers, things were likely going to go poorly.