Worst Jedi
The pink-haired Padawan arched an eyebrow at Kyoko, a look of disbelief settling on her features as she twisted away from the other woman, shaking her head in surprise. “Sponge baths and nursing? Ohhh boy I don’t think so, I may help you to the hospital but that’s about as far as I go. I hate hospitals, though I'm sure the nurses there will happily help you move around and tuck you in bed.” a side effect of the time she’d spent being prodded and poked in the infirmary as the healers made sure she was suffering no side effects from the possession. Reaching up Asaraa settled her hair back as she shook her head, “Nah, nothing like that really, I just figured that since we’re here at a market I’d look around and see what kind of knickknacks they have for sale. Just something cheap but so I can say I visited there. I figured I might as well start a collection and most places have something cool.” Eyeing the Ike cautiously Asaraa couldn’t help but shake her head in amusement, her ex-training partner came up with the most unusual ideas.
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[member="Kyoko Ike"]