Aiko took one last look around the hotel room before she headed out the door. A heavy finality hung over the teacup left waiting on the table and the toiletries she wouldn’t be retrieving from the bathroom.
It wasn’t like she’d ever loved this stupid hotel room. It was under constant surveillance and plagued by an older air conditioning unit that limped more than it ran. It wasn’t a home. But it was probably the last place where she’d ever sleep more than a night or two in Konoha.
“You’re not getting sentimental on me now, are you?”
She rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut behind her. She considered the key in her palm for a moment as she led her team out through the lobby. She wanted to toss it to the counter, but that would be a slight hint that she didn’t intend to return. Might raise alarm bells, that was all. She put the key into the same pouch as her money.
“You certainly showed me,” Sanbi drawled. “Most casual and unattached.”
‘Fuck you too, reptile.’