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(ordered by @eatingcrayonsinthecorner)

Kicked out due to crashing the task manager: Maryland Kicked out due to scaring the restaurant owner: Hellincarnation Ran because there's too much food: bored-dromaeosaur

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@theartofsimpleomens like

you do it like you're describing a show that you think was cool

"and then he gets so irritated by that that he GRABS the guy by the arm and just like PULLS him in this direction"

you do the events in the order that they happen

OR YOU DON'T. start at chapter 8 page 8 in the middle of a fight or at the end of a fight or draw 50 pages of them drinking tea together

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just

@veroxins​          roared: " i've been going on missions since i was about seven, i think. " she brings up, lee and some others having been talking about their first few missions. " so i don't really remember them. "

they  sit  on  a  large  tree,  despite  the  branches  being  sturdy  enough    &&    room  being  plenty       nobody  shared  a  branch  to  sit  on.    daiten  sits  on  an  arm  slightly  above  him,  there  is  another  root  member  on  lee’s  level  and  two  more  slightly  below  him.     they  are  five  in  total,  tasked  to  supervise  a  message  delivery  by  another  team  of  one  jonin    &&    four  chunin,  who  were  sitting  closeby  on  a  fire,  enjoying  a  meal.     lee  couldn’t  make  out  the  words,  but  they  seemed  to  have  a  pleasant  chat  while  the  ANBU  squad  sat  in  silence,  eating  foodpills  or  nothing.    that’s  when  one  picks  up  a  conversation.

lee  sits  in  silence  as  his  fellow  murderers  discuss  their  first  missions,  there  are  no  tales  of  cats  being  caught  or  dogs  being  walked.    the  jinchuriki’s  first  mission  was  finding  a  lady’s  lost  neckless,  a  family  heirloom  as  she  claimed,  neji  pretty  much  did  that  mission  on  his  own,  finding  the  described  jewerly  with  his  byakugan  in  less  than  half  an  hour.     but  the  maito  doesn’t  dare  share  this  story.

not  when  the  others  talked  about  their  first  mission  being  assassinations.    thick  brows  furrow  when  it’s  daiten’s  turn,  seven  was  awfully  young.    the  same  age  his  father  was  when  he  graduated  from  the  academy    &&    began  to  be  sent  on  missions,  though  certainly,  despite  war  raging  over  the  lands,  his  missions  had  been  different.      lee’s  onyx  gaze  rises,  though  as  quick  as  he  was  to  look  up  his  eyes  fell  when  they  met  her’s.