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Meeting tonight, at sundown. [What about goes without saying - most of them should know already.] Fourth floor's kitchen. Try not to pull a Kakashi.

[And thus starts off the long to-do-list of Shikamaru's day. The filter goes up in the morning, giving - hopefully - everyone time to see it.

He's decided he needs to talk to Naruto before then. On his way out the building he'll stop by his apartment, or send another filter off to him if he's not around. With everything going on he would be surprised. After he's tracked him down, it's off to the other side of the village to find Tony Stark at his casa, to hand over a project he's been working on for the last several nights. Playing delivery boy again, ugh. No notice this time, though. He's acting like a functional human being again, but he's not up for the sarcastic banter. Once he's done there, it's over to the school to find Katara in the thirty minute window he has after classes let out. Apologies are an order.

Specific things attended to... wow, without Masaomi around this week, he has a lot of time on his hands, huh. Well okay. He goes off to the forest with a bag of coconuts of all things and lines them up at head level when he finds a good spot to sit them for tanto practice - or more precisely: strength training. He's never used his short sword much. The one time he did, he wasn't strong enough with it to do as he intended, so he should work on that now.

And okay, surely by then the sun will be going down... or okay, nope. With a few hours to kill, somehow he winds up at the Seventh Heaven restaurant. In part because he figures it could be a good place to drop off some of the coconuts, and also because he realizes on the way over he hasn't actually eaten yet. Or done much of anything this past week, besides getting Asuma up to speed about Luceti, or working on various projects.

Sooo. Might be nodding off there at the restaurant. Might be napping after he eats, if he doesn't get kicked out for it. SITTING DOWN WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. Fine, he'll pose a random pointless question to the masses, maybe that'll keep him occupied.]

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Wonder why they call this place Luceti. Seems like a dumb name. Does it even mean anything?

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[Lovely mental image, there. Enough to make him wince.]

This isn't the same thing, is the difference.

What do you mean, it isn't the same thing? How is it not the same thing? Because it is, just slightly different circumstances and—

Oh for—Fine.

[THIS IS HARD. YOU ARE MAKING THIS HARD, NARA.] Your brain will be a tired mess of melted pink shit, and you won't be able to think straight and make horrible leaps of logic and turn into like...

Like a walking oxymoron or something. A stupid genius who thinks too much and too hard. Because that's just what an oxymoron is.

[He thinks. The word has "moron" in it so it can't be far from the point he thinks he's trying to make, anyway.]

Look. No one here has found a way out yet, and you'll probably figure out how to get out of this damn place before anyone one else here does. So don't turn yourself into a zombie, okay? You look like shit with a face.

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...your concern is touching. [And he's getting you a dictionary for your birthday, so you can learn words and shit.] But I meant Madara, dumbass.

[NOT EVEN MAD, THOUGH. Like before, he's finding humor in everything - this time being that he actually has to hear this lecture, and hear if from Kiba of all people.]

Yeah, well, they're both barriers to something, aren't they? And I kind of want to punch both of them right now. Same freakin' thing.

[Ino all ready taught him "audacious." He's latched onto it and it's become his favorite personal adjective to describe himself..]

I give up.

[/headdesk. Literally. The exasperated moan gets muffled by the table for the most part.]

Trying to come to a compromise with you is too troublesome...

[Music to his ears.]

[He laughs.] That's good enough of a compromise for me. All I wanted, really.

[When things get too troublesome, give it the hell up for awhile. Seems legit.]

[Thumbs up in the journal window, while he doesn't lift his head.]

Still going, though. You guys can handle the rest afterwards.

Fair enough.

Be kind of lame skipping your own meeting. It's only fun when you're skipping someone else's and they actually give a damn that you're gone.

True that. You call one next time.

[Just this face for a few seconds.]

[Then his face will change into the usual amused smirk.]

Hope you can hide better than when we were in the academy, man, because you'll be missing out on one badass meaning.

You know, the one where I magically solve all our problems because you aren't around to poke holes in my perfect logic.

Hey, someone has to let the hot air out.

....Have I ever called you obnoxious before?

Nah. But you have called me plenty of other things to make up for it.

Yeah, well, you are completely obnoxious, for the record.

And we'll see your obnoxious face at sundown, all right?

Yeah, yeah. [Lazy, two finger-salute here.] Later, man.

[And thanks. One conversation that's gone right, today.]

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