⠀ 「 ᴊɪɴᴄʜᴜ̄ʀɪᴋɪ 」 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴅᴀʏs. ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀けいすけ ; ⠀⠀⠀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄

( she mirrored him, crossing her arms as well. A smile spread across her lips. ) I’ll be the judge of 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 !

We’re not THAT old. 💢

50, actually. There’s a difference.

( like a child. Of course he didn’t. ) Did I get on your nerves again?

. . . ( stares at the.. bone chair. ) I— yes, thank you. I appreciate this, Kimimaro. You certainly didn’t have to. ( might?? Throw up?? )

Jiraiya. . ? Time to take an advil.

PUNCHING A WALL.

WHY NOT?

Already? 💧 Sigh. Fine, fine.

Eying her — . Casually stopping. “Sorry, Shizune.”

. . . yes. She also came back to multiple papers on her desk. But the money she lost was the worst part about her day.

Oh. . ? 𝘖𝘏 ??? Yes, she absolutely does. Yes.