NPC: Mitsuyo Takeyashi
The spiderling hated gate duty. It was boring, down to the people you had to work with. You sat there, at a single station, all fucking day, and just processed paperwork. He was a Ranger, damn it! And an ANBU in Training! He deserved better than this shit! His six fists began to bunch up, forming fists in frustration, when the next two citizens stepped up to his booth. With a rather nasty sigh, he lazily held out one of his six arms to retrieve their passports.
"Name? Reason for leaving? Length of departure? Whatever the hell else you think is necessary to tell me?" Was it obvious he didn't want to be here?
The only redeeming quality of this job was it gave him a chance to practice his dexterity with all six arms. Two hands began shuffling and organizing the paperwork from the last few batches of people who were leaving, one picked up the rapidly cooling cup of coffee from his desk, one was absently picking at his ear, and the last two were handling the newest batch of papers. Scribbling notes into journals, he recorded the information of the two people who had approached him without so much as trying to care who they were. To him, they were just more work.
"Yeah, yeah, everything looks in order. Have fun in Tea Country, bring back souvenirs for us poor saps that don't get to go." Grumpily, he stamped their passports once everything was in order and practically threw them back at the travelers. "Go on, then! What, you got something to say? Beat it, before I find something wrong with your passport!" It was obvious he didn't want to be bothered any more than he had to be. Still, it was no excuse for the rude behavior. He'd probably get reprimanded over it later, then quickly forget his demerits and continue on as he always had. What were they going to do, take away his job as a shinobi? What is this, Soviet Mist?
Exit granted. Topic Entered and Left.