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[orochimartyrdom]

Dreadfully Bored

Dreadfully bored.

This month had been dreadfully boring. 

At this point he would have appreciated an experiment to combust just to have something to do. One can only catalog so many notes before getting restless.

And that was about the point Orochimaru set off a set of paper tags in a dense suburb of Konohakagure. They produced a loud startling explosion but appeared to do nothing else.

Actually he had been working on getting certain snake venoms into aerosol form. The nuerotoxic kinds were the only ones that took to coating mucous membranes and seeping into the bloodstream to slowly paralyze a person. It was temporary but he wasn't sure how temporary.

Now sounds like a good time to find out. 

[orochimartyrdom]

Going to harass Nara & Uzumaki tomorrow for no good reason other than to liven up their dashboards. This is the expression I am wearing at the prospect

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genius-penis replied to your post: WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

“So you just carry an empty bottle with you, just like that? Why would you.. What.. Wh— *sighs* Women are such a drag…”

"Hmph. It doesn't have to make sense. Besides, I didn't say anything about it being  empty. Just that it's original contents are gone."

[genius-penis]

Not enough time || Open Thread

Shikamaru sighed. So much had been going on in the past couple of weeks, even he had a hard time wrapping his hear around all of it. The Fourth Shinobi War was about to start, Konoha had been destroyed, Sasuke was officially a target for his own comrades to kill... It was like the whole world had shifted somehow. Is there really any right or wrong anymore? he caught himself wondering. Has there ever been? 

He tried to change the train of his thoughts to less heavy matters. It's been a while since he last just hung out with Ino and Chuoji at a BBQ somewhere for lunch. Or just plain lye on whatever hillside to watch how the clouds never grow old. He missed that. He had for months now. He never really had the time to do all that anymore, so gazing at the stars for a couple of minutes every now and then had had to suffice. And time would slip even faster through his fingers once everything settled into place and his world would start crumbling. Those moments would become even more scrambled. But now, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever see the stars again. 

This might very well be his last chance, so he wholeheartedly took it, and dragged his feet, hands lazily thrown in pockets, to the roof of the highest building still standing. He didn't plan on sharing this night with anyone, really, but once he got there, he realized the planning wasn't really up to him. Because someone was there already.