#sharingan-no-scarecrow

[konohagakurekakashi]

"Sōu desu ne.....any questions?"

[konohagakurekakashi]

Aaa…A hearty “yo” to all new followers, I haven’t the slightest idea what you all could want (mentally pleads for a sure lack in rivalry contests and requests pertaining to his old friend’s supple paws) though I welcome you to my humble, piece of virtual Konoha none the less.~

[konohagakurekakashi]

[konohagakurekakashi]

[Sate.....when you realize it's only Tuesday.]

[konohagakurekakashi]

Ah...I should really look into replies, des ne. *Languidly rolls into the back of his chair, Icha Icha masking his drooping lid from view.* Perhaps tomorrow, lest I find myself fixing an elderly civilian's leaky faucet.--A shinobi should never allow water to go to waste.

[konohagakurekakashi]

Tanjoubi omedetou, Minato-sensei. 25|01

[uchihaa-itachi]

Continued from here.

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Kakashi shifted to get comfortable on the pew, dull hue altering from the reproving gaze of the Uchiha to their current surroundings, lest his hair catch fire and draw the attention of all Seven Swordsmen. How his kohai managed as to look so chiding with grass stains blotting his uniform and mud streaked across a cheek was rather remarkable. The Copy-nin could only accuse the kid’s talent to the Fugaku gene, that or Tsunade-sama’s knuckle-cracking was really starting to get to the prodigy. Stretching his limbs underneath the table, Kakashi made a consenting sound within the back of his throat, fingers prodding at the proffered, soldier pills with wavering interest.

The small establishment suddenly seemed too quiet, though with the pounding of rain against the clay tiles and the thrumming of his blood within his ears, the Hatake doubted any noise of merriment would have set him much at ease. They were both worse for wear; needed to regroup their thoughts and take stock of their weapons and supplies. Thus, even though the trickling of minutes meant the higher the chances of their victims being discovered (and subsequently themselves) renting a room for the night was their less dismal option.

“Hai hai…Another night of the marsh smell it is…” Beckoning the burly looking Keeper toying with his dishrag closer, Kakashi stretched the starch material of his mask ; just enough to swiftly push the bitter capsules past his teeth, before fixing his young teammate with a pensive, eye-droop. “I don’t suppose you feel up to haggling?”

A shake of the head was the only reply Itachi gave, charcoal hues conveniently shifting to the grimy table top as if it were suddenly the most fascinating piece of oriental furniture in the world.

In his defence though, the odd looking, discolored stains on the wood could potentially be interpreted as an artistic attempt outlining...drunken philosophy.

Naturally, said interpretation was entirely besides the fact that Itachi couldn’t bargain to save his life. The fact had outlined itself on a mission to Iwagakure when they had been forced to go undercover in order to gather intel regarding the resident merchant cartel. Granted, it was one of his earlier missions as team Ro, though it had taught him many, many things.

Such as the fact that Kakashi and Tenzo were merciless trolls and men who wear bandannas claiming to carry goods from across the world ocean were not to be trusted.

The memory elicited a deadpan as dark orbs returned to his senior, nonchalantly taking note of a few suspicious stares being thrown their way from his peripheral.

Well, they weren’t exactly inconspicuous were they?

[konohagakurekakashi]

AESTHETIC MEME ! —— List your muse’s aesthetic. Anyone can do this. List your muse’s aesthetic from tastes, smells, outfits & sceneries. Add as many subjects as you like, it can help with people tagging you in aesthetically pleasing things towards your muse!

Tagged by: @uchihaa-itachi

Tagging: I don’t usually partake in these since I’m inconceivably lazy, however exiled, dango enthusiasts can be somewhat persuasive when using the deadpan eyes. Thus, I’ll tag anyone I’m interacting with who hasn’t been tagged yet. Whether you do this or not is entirely up to you! @notsodelicateblossom @eternalsharingan @kurenaisarutobiyuhi @shishi-odori @fragranceisms

TASTES: Slightly bitter, salty. Preferably in the form of salt-broiled saury and miso soup. Braised eggplant, Tsukemono (pickled vegetables) and steamed rice. SMELLS:  Mellow, crisps scents like roasted Genmaicha or Hojicha leaves, freshly washed sheets and wood smoke. Nothing overly sweet and florid; a mask can only filter to some extent. SIGHTS: Rooftop views, dense forest and agrarian fields as far as the eye can see.   TALENTS:  Being chronically tardy, whilst owning an alarm clock. OUTFITS: The standard, navy infantry for all Konoha Jōnin; with the addition of plated gloves and mask. Also owns a number of black regalia for memorials, a sleeveless body vest and a military green scarf his father gave him for his initiation ceremony during his academy days. 

OTHER: His habits include perpetually skipping out on paying for team lunches, reading (artistically constructed) adult literature underneath the windowsill of the administration building and avoiding challenges from Gai that can’t be solved by a single round of Janken. Always living with one foot in the past, he prefers the company of his own thoughts and on occasion, that of his Ninken. Yet, despite his aloof front, he is severely sentimental, cares about the well-being of his teammates and village and won’t hesitate to push himself beyond his own limits if the moment so calls.