Puffin Campfire, Late Saturday Afternoon.

[bound2blade]

Sakurazaki had been feeling rather lazy, especially for her, today. She was still bothered intensely by her recent bout of thinking too much about her jobs, and her right arm and shoulder was killing her from weilding Peter's sword not dirty. But she was also feeling a little restless. Snatching up her English copy of "The Art of War," a dictionary, and a notebook, she perches herself crosslegged on a log around the campfire, alternating between reading and composing some sort of sketchy lesson plan to incorperate Eastern philosphy into Peter's training.

[[open; my availabilty today? Really crazy and wonky. Unpredictable. So expect slow-play on the Sakurazaki interaction. I still wanted to toss something out, though. SP is love, and all that. :) ]]