023 -- [Accidental Post]

[endgames]

[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

[herotypical]

Guys have souls, too.

Ideally.

[endgames]

--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.

[endgames]

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. ]

[endgames]

[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.

[endgames]

[...

SORRY. Just marveling at the irony today.]

[herotypical]

[ and after a moment... ]

Still there?

[endgames]

Yeah, my bad. Just trying to figure out how my conversations with people keep leading to these topics.

[herotypical]

Pastries? Probably 'cause they're delicious.

[endgames]

Romantic interests.

But we should keep talking about pastries. Try and sell 'em; I'm not a big dessert guy.

[herotypical]

...They're like heaven on your tongue.

[endgames]

So they're mackerel.

[herotypical]

I guess...one woman's dessert is another man's mackerel.

[endgames]

That was deep.

[herotypical]

Ha ha ha. [ dry. ]

Come on, though. There's gotta be some kind of pastry you like.

[endgames]

Hm. [Let him think this over. It takes a few seconds for him to come up with something, though he doesn't sound appropriately enthused.]

There's this thing I saw at the store called pop-tarts. The cinnamon ones without frosting are okay.

[herotypical]

So what about the savoury kinds of pastries? Y'know, like meat pies.

[endgames]

Too messy. But not bad every once in a while.

[herotypical]

Spanakopita?

[endgames]

Bless you.

[herotypical]

No -- [ she laughs ] -- it's a Greek thing. Pastry filled with spinach and feta. Onions too, maybe. Delicious.

[endgames]

Huh. That sounds less than disgusting, actually. They have 'em here, or would I have to make it?

[herotypical]

I'm no cook but -- I don't think they're that tough. I'm sure one of the more culinarily inclined people around here could whip some up.