& * NINE TAILS.

          fingers had become covered with the beef broth,  his eating habits notably messy,  though the jinchuriki hadn’t any desire to finish up just yet.  he speaks through a full mouth,  urging his next bowl forward with a cheeky grin.  ichiraku ramen had grown into an insatiable addiction,  it seemed.  he turns his attention to his former teacher,  carmine cheeks puffed with the growing grin evident on his lips.     ❛    what,  already done iruka-sensei   ?    you barely had one bowl   !     ❜

           whiskered cheeks contour as he rounds a corner    ----     only to come face to face with a group of women that have crossed their path.  great.  ice blue eyes fall to jiraiya,  already a huff of annoyance evident in the pull of his brims.  he knows where this will lead  ;   had been around his sensei far too long to not know of his habits,    &    he hadn’t the patience today.   ❛   ne  -  don’t get any ideas,  pervy sage.  we have training to do.  .  .  !!      ❜