Night 50: Meeting Room 2

[buryyourdemons.livejournal.com]

[from here]

There wasn't much to see, in the little Gaara could make out. A long table, some chairs, and supplies strewn down its length. A seemingly typical meeting area, unless there were hidden alcoves secreted away. He moved inward, touching the table lightly. Glass. Far too easy too tell. It seemed extravagant.

The Suna-nin glanced back at Minato, as if to wonder whether there was anything of want in here.

Comments

[foolishmessiah.livejournal.com]

It was a cushy meeting room, like something Minato imagined the Kirijo Group had plenty of back home. Paintings hung on the walls, but unlike the ones he had seen the other night, the pictures were abstract and lacking in clear meaning. He walked over to the table, peering at scattered notes that had been left behind by past occupants. Whoever had been writing had pretty much scrawled their way across the paper, and he dismissed the notes before long.

But he soon returned to the notepads, taking one of them and slipping it into his bag. Small and discreet as it was, he could carry it around more easily than the journal sitting in his room. He then turned to his companion.

"Anything you find interesting?"