“The Fuck.”
”What on Earth is this woman talking about? She went from spitting alcohol all over the place to calling me a hermaphrodite. So much for manners… then again. Who am I talking about here?” Inner monologue was always the best way to go under these circumstances. I mean, he was dining with what could best be described as a wild bull, and he had no interest in yelling “toro toro” if you know what I mean. Nope. He was just going to attempt to calmly explain what he meant. Emphasis on ‘attempt.’ ”Never met a person named ‘Ake’ actually. You surprised me is all. Most people can hold their liquor,” Akechi joked, poking fun at the girl, and her rather obnoxious but mildly entertaining temperament. ”It’s Akechi.” Hopefully she could remember that name. Well, hey. At least she was pouring him drinks and massaging his head… or at least her version of massaging. She damn near gave him cornrows but it did feel surprisingly good.
”I wouldn’t expect anything less than ‘friends.’ Well… as long as you don’t stop doing what you are doing.” Akechi chuckled, pointing at her hands running through his head as he sipped in between grins. I mean, she was definitely a weirdo but there was nothing wrong with that… As long as she didn’t start screaming again. They were in public now.
Though he was currently being ‘petted’ by the wild woman, he managed to tilt his head toward Hissori as he spoke about the Uchiha and his home country. ”Well… someone found it first and destroyed it. They wished to obtain the very thing you just wished for. Greed is a terrible thing.” He didn’t mean to say it for the dramatic effect. He was serious. Hissori’s wish may have been innocent, but wasn’t that how all goals began. Just as innocent wishes…
They just seemed to degenerate into selfish and destructive goals, dreams that are only fulfilled in the eyes of the beholder but a curse on everyone else. However, the same could be said of Akechi’s interest in the Mist Village, and how it turned to nothing pretty much overnight. ”Terrible thing to hear about your country Hissori-san. I’d be happy to look into it for you though. If you have any leads, anyways.”
”What on Earth is this woman talking about? She went from spitting alcohol all over the place to calling me a hermaphrodite. So much for manners… then again. Who am I talking about here?” Inner monologue was always the best way to go under these circumstances. I mean, he was dining with what could best be described as a wild bull, and he had no interest in yelling “toro toro” if you know what I mean. Nope. He was just going to attempt to calmly explain what he meant. Emphasis on ‘attempt.’ ”Never met a person named ‘Ake’ actually. You surprised me is all. Most people can hold their liquor,” Akechi joked, poking fun at the girl, and her rather obnoxious but mildly entertaining temperament. ”It’s Akechi.” Hopefully she could remember that name. Well, hey. At least she was pouring him drinks and massaging his head… or at least her version of massaging. She damn near gave him cornrows but it did feel surprisingly good.
”I wouldn’t expect anything less than ‘friends.’ Well… as long as you don’t stop doing what you are doing.” Akechi chuckled, pointing at her hands running through his head as he sipped in between grins. I mean, she was definitely a weirdo but there was nothing wrong with that… As long as she didn’t start screaming again. They were in public now.
Though he was currently being ‘petted’ by the wild woman, he managed to tilt his head toward Hissori as he spoke about the Uchiha and his home country. ”Well… someone found it first and destroyed it. They wished to obtain the very thing you just wished for. Greed is a terrible thing.” He didn’t mean to say it for the dramatic effect. He was serious. Hissori’s wish may have been innocent, but wasn’t that how all goals began. Just as innocent wishes…
They just seemed to degenerate into selfish and destructive goals, dreams that are only fulfilled in the eyes of the beholder but a curse on everyone else. However, the same could be said of Akechi’s interest in the Mist Village, and how it turned to nothing pretty much overnight. ”Terrible thing to hear about your country Hissori-san. I’d be happy to look into it for you though. If you have any leads, anyways.”
