Task by the shores

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Holding onto the bell to recall the pet if required, Yuri took a slow walk along the edges of a certain land where the seas meets the ground across her vision. Her VIP is having the time of its life walking and rolling against every instance of the waves as it reaches ashore. In her form of a bulky man, she waves to the passer-bys, keeping her gender aligned with the posture she needed to take as a man as it had been ingrained to her during her early years as a kunoichi. Toddlers stopped at the sight of Her whenever she happened to be close to them from the actions of her target. Everyone took off their shoes and gloves just for a bit, for prolonged exposure would have themselves catching a cold but a second of it would be pleasant to the heat they are keeping from within; Only her VIP is not afraid of the current weather.

Ahead of the boundless sea ahead, there were activities of small ships doing their work, perhaps to facilitate the logistics required of the docks and their weather, the area is wet all year round and the mountains in a constant white deflecting the heat of the sun keeping the place as paradise for those who likes to experience winter. The VIP took a break as it stopped and lie down, its eyes facing the sky and its breathing heard by Yuri, she stopped in her tracks as well. Taking a look around her, there were not too many people around playing; Most were preparing meals and even so each group were between fifty and a hundred meters from each other. The VIP rolled again to get up as its not done having its fill of fun yet, leaving a deep footprint on the shores than expected by Yuri, wondering what the family had fed into it all these years.

Within walking distance ahead is a roadside stall selling grilled meatballs. She was told by the family that the seasonal stall would be there on a certain period of time and given the familiarity with the owner, it is unlikely for his business to go on much longer due to age. Yuri bought a stick of meatballs as it passed by the old man's stall. She rang her given bell as the pet came back to her side, eating the meatballs sitting down. Yuri could tell somewhat that it was happy but not knowing why, perhaps due to its own awareness of her time as well. The last meatball was eaten slower than the first few as it looked at the stall owner from a distance, maybe the smell from the stall travelled. Both of them sat at the same spot for quite a while.

Her VIP doesn't even need guidance to go back home but Yuri followed just to be safe, somewhere not too far off from the road that leads the to shores. It used to run an obsolete business, now just a home to wind down time of a few individuals. The helper came out to receive the VIP and handed her money for her work.

WC: 528

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WC: 528

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