023 -- [Accidental Post]

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[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]

Comments

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If he succeeds. If not, it's what we get for following an idealist.

[herotypical]

Hey. Sometimes one of those is just what you need. No one suspects idealism.

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Because it's a death sentence. [Or maybe that's just in his world.] It's a special type of person who can make good on it.

[herotypical]

And this person? They're special enough?

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Without a doubt. He's... [Hm.]

I look at things completely differently than he does. But the way he talks, he makes me want to walk with him. He has that way with people.

[herotypical]

...What's his name?

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Naruto. [He grins.] Uzumaki Naruto.

[herotypical]

...Huh. Has he ever been here?

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Oh yeah. Longer than me, unfortunately.

[herotypical]

...Some of us have gotta be the long-termers, I guess.

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...sorry. Wasn't thinking about that.

[herotypical]

It's cool. I don't mind. Much.

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You got tougher skin than me.

[herotypical]

Comes with the job -- no matter how much moisturiser I use? My skin remains thick.

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Sure, we can go with the literal. Didn't even know they had that stuff here.

[herotypical]

[ literalization is a defence mechanism, for sure. ]

I'm rocking this rosemary mint stuff, at the moment. Very good for the soul.

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I'm a guy, so I wouldn't know.

[herotypical]

Guys have souls, too.

Ideally.

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--okay, you win that one.

[herotypical]

I mean -- sure. Occasionally you meet the soulless ones but it's not like you can take them home to meet your parents. Well...not without a scandal on your hands.

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There's your problem. You're not supposed to take them home, you're supposed to leave them in the dark alley or the hair care aisle, where you found them.

[herotypical]

Right. There? There's my problem.

[ weirdly enough, dark alleys and hair care aisles are exactly the sort of places one could find most of her exes. ]

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[damn, he's good]

Sounds like a pain. My recommendation would be to go to a bakery. Souls are a requirement, for lovers of baked goods.

[herotypical]

I'll keep that in mind for all future endeavours but, uhm, I'm currently...off the pastry-loving market, as it were.

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SORRY. Just marveling at the irony today.]