"Yes it did." //I'M NOT SORRY//
“Ino-chan’s apartment is toast now.”
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"Yes it did." //I'M NOT SORRY//
“Ino-chan’s apartment is toast now.”
"If he finds out you are releasing your sexual fantasies about women while watching them, Sasuke would be disappointed and think he wasn't enough for you."
“What…?”
“DID THAT RUMOR ACTUALLY GET OUT?!”
-Hears about the rumor- "Sasuke will be disappointed in you, Naruto."
“Disappointed? How?”
The Visit: Modern!AU RP with change-in-many-forms
Filthy.
The twin doors slid open with a sigh as Neji approached them, his nose wrinkling as the smell of the building rolled out to meet him. The air smelled stale, only a slight reminder to the absolute poor state that the city kept these institutes in. A couple of women in white uniform made their way towards the door, hesitating when they saw the smartly dressed Hyuuga in the door way. The shorter one, average looking with her blonde hair in a messy bun, gave a sloppy, pink-stained smile as her eyes estimated his worth.
He grimaced, pale eyes rolling as he turned from the two women to approach the counter across the drab lobby. The woman there sat, lazily clicking through the computer in front of her before her eyes flickered up to meet his. A spare few questions later and he was being led down the hallway, stopping in front of a door with a smudged name written on the whiteboard next to it.
He waved the nurse off, assuring her that he needed no accompaniment into the room for this visit. As she turned to walk away, he reached up, loosening the neck of his collar and shifting his suit jacket across his shoulders before knocking; merely out of trained politeness. His knuckles rapped against the worn door before reaching down to grab the knob, turning through it’s stiffness to pull the door open. He slipped through the opening, closing it behind him with a soft click as his eyes rested on a shock of messy red hair in the room.
“Hello there, Gaara.”