#infobitch

◆  As if any detail would escape the ninja’s sensible attention, looking in the direction where the light came immediately as the photo was took. “Someone didn’t learned manners at home.....” He felt it being a little rude; taking a photo of someone else without their permission. Shrugging, as he leaned lower once again to stare at the showcase of a petshop. The new golden fishes were so pretty that he couldn’t stop smiling at them while they wimming around.

◆     “ Oh, good evening weird girl.”  The man did noticed that someone was following him, not caring that much since his destiny was an public space. Raise attention more than he already did wasn’t a choice there. He chewed shrimps on a stick, while taking a few sips from his tea as he watched her talk. Pushing the plate with food towards her, since they already had taken a seat. “ So you’re a writer? That’s some fast work, what’s it is? A battle’s tale or-” Opening the book in half with a quickly read, Kisame closed it immediately and pushed it far from himself. “ ..............................................Orochimaru... isn’t my type.... at all. Please destroy this if you can, or I will. ” He lowered his food back to the table, since his appetite was lost.  

 ◆     He wondered which type of emergency that piece of clothing would help, but gave it out without too much question. Isn’t like it would hurt him anyway. “ What kind of emergency? Is something deeply hurt in need of some merciful killing?”

❝Tell me, child. Are you a team player?❞

She’s crossed between horrified and amused. That’s her teammate and someone she thinks of as a grandchild. “I- Ah?- Thank you?” That’s the best she can get out with laughing and crying. “I’ll have to but this up somewhere in my home.” Burn it. She’s gonna burn it and make sure it can never be seen again.