i don’t even keep up with naruto anymore but sasuke wanting to be hokage cracks me up
askfai replied to your post: May 23rd 2013, 6:18:21 pm · 31 minutes ago askfai…
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askfai replied to your post: May 23rd 2013, 5:51:51 pm · 20 minutes ago — { ♔ }…
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“I’m quite alright. I have been through far worse.” He assured the other firmly as he got out of the crater easily. He didn’t like being this guy’s subordinate, but he’d tolerate for the sake of self preservation. Red eyes like a demon. However…unlike Kurogane he seems to have embraced such darkness in his heart. At this age…he’s too far gone to placate or tempt to reconsider. I will see what his companions are like, if he has any. He looked at the other and then knelt before him, head down in submission. “I am Fai D. Fluorite, at your service, young Master.” He spoke. Years of service to royalty taught Fai how to easily lick boots when needed.
Letting the topic of the other’s well being drop due to hearing that he was fine; the prophet merely assumed that he hadn’t any need to be concerned— not that he was even concerned at all in the first place. Observing the other for a moment as he gracefully stepped out of the crater with strange ease, he felt rather accomplished with his choosing; the man had to be strong if he survived such a fall. Right?
Unfortunately, that was a fleeting thought. Judal’s nose crinkling in disgust as the man genuflected in submission, nearly retching at the pitiful sight to see the man in such humiliation. But rather than revolting noises, a hollow laugh slipped from pallid lips that left their audience in silence. “Seeing you bow so soon is a bit disappointing! I was expecting more of a challenge from you, since you look like you’d have some power, buuuuut I guess not~” Judal merely smirked at the jab he purposefully weaved in before continuing, “And, my name is Judal— you will call me that instead. Understand?” He questioned in a condescending tone, eyes narrowing only slightly. “Save those brown nosing titles for the royals; they eat that up like candy~”
Kenji was being constantly teased by this new unpleasing companion, they sure were getting along! This time the inconvenient was seeing the blond’s manhood by any chance. Not even on his deeper thought it would cross this idea, why the hell at first place would he show is dong? Actually because of the other joke, Kenji was now even more aware of Judal moves, since the ‘today’ word was still stuck on his brain.
Simply trying to ignore Judal’s fresh mockery, Yamaken entered at the bathroom without coming with an answer for the brunette. Not worthy to riposte… Now facing the mirror, he putted his hands on the glassed bench and examined himself for a second. “Fuck I got sunburned…” He
stripped off his green trunks and looked more carefully to his legs, the difference of the skin tone was clear. “Fuck it’s really r—” Judal’s voice cut his words; just a couple of minutes had pass since he was finally alone but the other dude was already saying more shit talk again, still this time it sounded more needed.Yamaguchi went out off the room dressed with the wet boxers, which were before under his trunks, to the room where the other bastard was. When he was close enough to see him laid on the bed he started asking for Judal’s problem. “What the fuck you want?”
Opening his mouth to whine for the other to hurry up once more, he was abruptly cut off once the man came barging out of the bathroom, bare to the waist with only a pair of wet boxers on. Silenced for a moment, he looked at the irritated man before a plethora of choked out giggles erupted from his throat. “Y-You look like a fuckin’ lobster,” he managed to blurt out in between laughs; nearly keeling over due to such a strange sight. Rare it was to see someone as sunburned as the blonde where Judal lived; everyone usually spent their time outdoors and developed a dark enough tan as to where they wouldn’t burn as awful— or noticeable for that matter.
After calming himself down, he sat back up with a disgruntled expression plastering itself on pallid features due to remembering the source of his distress and his reason for calling the other back out. Running pale fingers through now dark, unbraided tresses with an even more irritated look; his brows knitted from genuine concern. “I’ve been outside all day in the sweltering heat and when I landed on the beach, I must have fucked up or something, because now there is sand in my hair.”
Promptly folding his arms against his chest, he sharply huffed before saying, “And since I can’t wash it by myself,” he began, completely void of any excitement in breaking the news, “I’ll give you the honor of washing it, buuuut, you could always decline. After all, I could get someone else to do it, but I’m not sure if they’d get to tell the tale if they fucked up.” It was quite apparent just by his speech that he was rather protective over his hair and would rather take care of it by himself, but there was just too much to make such a thing manageable.
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