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023 -- [Accidental Post]
[Earlier, when looking through his father’s book for the first time in several months, Shikamaru found some pictures he’d never seen before being used as bookmarks. It was… nostalgic, to say the least.
He finds another bookmark to replace them; puts the photos in a drawer to look at later. Because haha, he knows how this works, right? He leaves them out, and somehow his journal accidentally records it. Yeah. Hell no. He’s smarter than that and doesn’t leave his journal anywhere near them. On top of that, he takes it with him when he leaves to assist with a chakra training lesson. Crisis averted!
Guess what he sees when he opens up his journal two hours later.
Where’s the nearest wall. He needs to beat his head softly against it while he attempts to figure out how this happened. Feel free to action it up when he’s back at CH1 too, if you like.]
[ooc: original artwork from here]
He finds another bookmark to replace them; puts the photos in a drawer to look at later. Because haha, he knows how this works, right? He leaves them out, and somehow his journal accidentally records it. Yeah. Hell no. He’s smarter than that and doesn’t leave his journal anywhere near them. On top of that, he takes it with him when he leaves to assist with a chakra training lesson. Crisis averted!
Guess what he sees when he opens up his journal two hours later.
Where’s the nearest wall. He needs to beat his head softly against it while he attempts to figure out how this happened. Feel free to action it up when he’s back at CH1 too, if you like.]
[ooc: original artwork from here]
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When?
[He remembers everything and he does not remember this moment. Also he doesn't really care.
....oh wait does she mean--]
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... Oh.]
The picture's cute, Nara. The picture. You were. Back then.
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Oh. That when.
[...cough.]
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[Should close the door... he does that and quickly walks to the other side of the room, the tips of his ears burning.]
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[--actually, she's seen it, whether or not she realizes it. He was rooting through it that night Chouji nearly died, when she followed him into his room.]
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