030 -- [Action]

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[Shikamaru's a hard man to find after this (on-going) thread.

He doesn't return to his apartment until the next morning, through the spare bedroom and not the front door. It's doubtful anyone else will catch him outside of his own floor for the next several days, though he always has his journal on him.

Those days are also partially spent tracking down Tony Stark, Law, Itachi, Gold, Silver, and a few others in his building to warn them about Hidan. Masaomi will no doubt hear from him when he gets back, and Riku may have learned what he needs to know from Ino before Shikamaru gets to him, but they're both on the list. He'll also be visiting the Avatar house for a few people in particular, but given that's half the house he won't be shunning anyone else he runs into there.]

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Has he drawn blood before or after this hypothetical?

[generalflirt]

Either. There's still a length of time to draw it.

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Mm. But if it's before a fight starts, you're better off leaving before he's finished it.

After, there's a ninety percent chance he'll kill you before anyone gets close enough to break it.

[generalflirt]

Ninety? That has to be an overstatement, holy crap.

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You're right. [He looks back over to the wall.] He has to mess around first. Stab you in the knee or between the ribs. Something like that.

[generalflirt]

See, I've got time. [With a little grin. He's being irreverent on purpose. He's not going to stop, just because he wants to take it seriously]

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[Shikamaru feels sick.

He rubs his face tiredly and says nothing.]

[generalflirt]

Aaaaanyway, the bath and a meal offer's real. And unless there's more I have to know now, you need to go to bed after those.

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[Seemingly stuck in his own thoughts, Shikamaru doesn't answer right away. His attention remains fixed on the wall before shifting to his own hands, something between angry and pained crossing his expression.

It leaves him all at once, with a short intake of breath and a nod, finally acknowledging that. He picks himself off the couch without another word.]

[generalflirt]

[Oh, fine.

That's about what he expected. He just sort of shrugs and keeps one more smile on his face before going to sit down on one of the beanbag chairs. Fair enough, man, fair enough]

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[It's more out of resignation than lack of appreciation on his part. Now that he's slowed down enough for it to catch up with him, the stress of the day's events is hitting him like a freight train.

He doesn't think he can stomach anything right now. He's not even sure if he can sleep, but it's one worth trying.

He drops a hand down so the knuckles scrape by the back of Masaomi's head when he passes him on the way to his room. Thanks anyways.]