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[tempusxvernum-moved]

Early Mornings

Itama shoved her way into the familiar warm building, the aroma of coffee relaxing her muscles almost instantly. “Asami~!” She called to her friend. It was rather early, so there was barely any customers in the coffee shop, so Itama decided to be rather loud and dramatic, flopping herself over the counter, pulling her friend towards the counter. “Coffee...” The blonde pouted. @chibicherrysama

[uchihaa-itachi]

Drunken Encounters

Closed RP with @chibicherrysama

“...”

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“...”

“...What?”

A pointed glare was all he could give in reply while the woman had the sheer audacity to roll her eyes at the look. How she could even stand to be here was a wonder seeing as the noise and stale scent of alcohol practically choked the air and Itachi was certain that he’d be concluding their little rendezvous with a splitting migraine that was already announcing its presence.

Naturally, he hated it. True, no one would possibly manage to identify a criminal and a Jonin from Konoha amidst all the din and the alcohol, but Itachi would be lying if he said he didn’t prefer their usual meeting points - specific trees, the outskirts of a check post, even the desert would have been better than the dingy bar they were currently in.

Releasing a barely perceptible sigh, he mentally reigned in his thoughts before resting an elbow on the thankfully clean table top. It had been a while since he had donned regular shinobi attire in lieu of the infamous Akatsuki cloak though said cloak was nothing but a dead give-away to his identity. Currently, anyone could mistake them for regular shinobi enjoying themselves.

...Of sorts. Despondent charcoal hues found vibrant crimson and instantly wondered how she managed to be so energetic all the time, “I trust Osamu managed to get that scroll to you?”