endgames | 022 -- [Action || Voice]

[Filtered to Konoha Shinobi and Temari || 100% Unhackable]

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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Sure, but-- [He picks up one that's leaking slightly, and his eyebrows shoot up so fast they could leave burn marks.]

Trying to carve 'em up early for Halloween?

Just practicing. They were the toughest thing I could find off the top of my head.

[He's imagining devil shadows slicing up the poor unsuspecting produce, and whistles to himself.] Alright, I'll take them off your hands.

[And then he pins Shikamaru with a glance] Have you eaten? [Because if the answer is no you can just sit your ass down.]

...um.

[The fact that he doesn't have an instant response may answer your question. He quite literally forgot.]

[Fuuuu--]

Right. [He'll just pull out a seat for him.] Got any preference?

[...well, may as well. He has plenty of time to kill, and better than going back to the apartment and making something for himself. He'll take the seat with a shrug.]

Whatever you got is fine. So long as there aren't eggs in it.

No eggs. Got it. [He slings the coconuts over his shoulder (assuming they're in a bag of some sort)

He's also going to put coconut in the dish somehow, maybe make it Coconuts Strike Back themed... While he's plotting, he does remember to ask another question]

What about something to drink?

[CRUEL JUSTICE. But fine, he's not picky.]

Water's fi-- [...hm.] Actually. Do you have something called 'Mountain Dew' here?

[He fights not to wrinkle his nose. Soda - his nemesis]

Yeah, I've got it. Want a glass of that then?

Yeah. That'd be cool.

[He can use the energy kick. Watch it not work. B|]

[You're gonna fall asleep in his restaurant, aren't you? B|

And off Sanji goes for the kitchen. He'll be back in a second with that glass of Mountain Dew.

... There might be a slight hint of coconut in it, but aaah, that's natural. Right.]

[No, of course not. At least not for twenty minutes.]

Aa. Thanks.

[Sanji gets kind of a mock salute before Shikamaru takes a drink and--]

[...this face.]

Already putting 'em to good use, huh.

Huh, you were able to tell? [Asked oh-so innocently. HM, maybe he'll lessen the dosage next time.]

Not quite.

[But that answers that!]

[Oh, sir, this is war.]

[But he'll at least try not to make it blatantly obvious for now (that comes later). He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head.] Alright, you got me. [waving at him as he retreats for the kitchen again]

Just sit tight. Shouldn't take too long.

[Sob, he doesn't even do these things on purpose.

But sure thing, Sanji. Shikamaru returns that wave with a nod and an elbow on the table, propping his chin up in one hand. If he looks out the upper corners of the window, there are clouds to watch. He'll just be watching them kind of drowsily in the meantime.]

[So long as Sanji doesn't have to smack him awake, it's all good. He hurries along with the dish so as not to keep the ninja waiting, and 15 minutes or so later, comes out with a plateful of pasta; covered in a variety of vegetables, from green peppers to onions, filled with shrimp and crab meat, and served in a light alfredo sauce. There's also a side of bread sticks.

There might also be a dusting of coconut shavings in there. Somewhere. Perhaps.]

Here you go. [He sets it down right in front of Shikamaru, then steps back.]

[Sanji, you're a mindreader. He's kind of a seafood fan. Much as today's sucked, his mood actually brightens.]

You don't do simple, do you?

[Not complaining, sir, no. This is borderline delight.]

[He can feel Shikamaru's spike in mood; that his food's the cause means Sanji mirrors it back with a grin.]

I'll give you simple whenever you ask for it. [But for now, eat up.]

Heh. Maybe someday.

[Brackets don't need to tell him twice - he finds his fork and digs right in. That it's sprinkled with coconut here and there doesn't even matter. If that's supposed to be punishment, with food this good he'll gladly take it.]

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