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026 -- [Voice || Written || Action]

If I see another mountain again, it'll be too soon. Did any of you know that sirry means "ridiculous"? [He snorts.] Explains a lot. Avalanches. Yetis. More freaking snow. Man, that mission was a pain...

[/whine and complain]

Anyways. I'm back. [Technically has been for two days albeit not in town, so he'll make it official.] Anything interesting hap- [His disinterested tone gives way to irritation as he turns his attention to something off-screen.] Oi that's not for you-

[The journal snaps shut with a sigh. He never finishes speaking, but about an hour later the post is transcribed... minus the interruption, and now with complete sentences.

If you're out today now that the heavy rain of the few days is finally letting up, you might spot Shikamaru coming back into the village from the North... closely followed by a deer much larger than Luceti's usual fare ((think five feet at the shoulders, six at the head, and eight feet with antlers)). The stag seems pretty content to follow him around - even into town or just standing around when he sits - despite sticking to the tree-lined paths when he can. Shikamaru talks to him sometimes.

Yes, talks, shut up.]

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Well?

I just did. Say that.

Ha. Fine, fine.

Some have stuck around a while... the guys I went to school with. A couple have come and gone. The adults disappear fastest.

[...and he's still irritated about that, just a little. With what happened in July. He can't fully hide it. Kurenai leaving poured salt in the wound.]

...That doesn't mean you're scheduled to disappear soon, is it? You're getting up there. What'd you tell me last time? Nineteen?

Eighteen. [...] Probably.

[It won't count until September 22nd, but when you do the math he likely is closer to nineteen. Weird thinking about it.]

Not that it matters. Technically I was considered an adult at sixteen, if not earlier than that. Maybe before I should've said the old people. Like... thirties.

Hey. Watch it. I'm nearly three years away from thirty.

[...]

Man, I just can't win.

You really can't. See -- me? I think I'm still young.

At heart, at least.

I can get it. [He thanks a drink of his lemonade, then pauses.] But there's a guy here who dresses in green spandex. Never tell him that.

...Is this a superhero thing? Because I always found it way more practical to just rock the yoga pants.

Nah, he's just weird. [Point.] Though I get you on the superhero thing. No one can tell me what's up with that.

I've always figured it was only about flashing some muscle tone. If you ask me.

That's dumb. You can't blind enemies with your abs.

Clearly you've never fought Brad Pitt. Well -- I haven't either. But I'd like to think about it. Sometime.

[Brad Pitt?

...nah. He doesn't think he even wants to get that.]

Oh, you poor souls from worlds with no Hollywood.

We have our own movies. Not as many. Those Godzilla ones are the most similar ones I've found. Think I'd prefer looking at that.

I was never big on monster movies, myself. Too much like real life.

[That's why you watch the old ones. Crappy special effects!]

Ha. I get that. [He raises his glass for another drink of lemonade.] It's why I usually avoid places like this.

Wait. Pause. What do monster movies have to do with bars?

Too much like real life, for me.

[He scratches the back of his head. That sort of statement really lends to an awkward zone, but he didn't want her to think he was ignoring her invitation to show up here more often.]

Maybe I'll come around when things are slow, though. You gotta have an average lull in business hours, right?

...Early afternoons get kinda slow. Anyone who still has shame waits for the evening to drink.

[Yeah, that sounds like a typical bar. He bets the customers here are better behaved than the ones at the bars he'd drag his dad out of, when he was a kid.

Or hopes so. Luceti may not have a society of ninjas, but it does have it's share of psychopaths.

He grins.]

Oh. That works out. I'm done training by then, so instead of going back to the apartment for a nap I can skip here.

...As long as you don't end up snoring in my bar.

Chairs look comfier here.

They are that. And the company's not half-bad. If you don't mind, uhm, me.

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