"And that, kids, is why we exercise moderation."

//Hopefully this saves my accounts!

--to release it thinking that it was a genjutsu lulling and pulling him to demise... but it wasn't. And so he followed the path that his--

--feet seemed to know, his senses on high alert. Intuition whispered that this would help him in his quest... and in his often lonely life.

//That made me laugh more than it should have.//

A stifled yawn broke the silence in his tiny apartment, the stuttered breath caught behind a thin hand as the mokuton user sat up in his--

--bed. A while week of no missions... it was nice, to not have to be anywhere... but what was he supposed to do with his days?

@Myoboku_Queen He rubbed the back of his head, a confused blush staining his cheeks. "Ah... thanks?"

"Senpai noticed me!"

//Want to rp... but also want to sleep more...//

//Still half-dead. More sleep.

Would give Iruka a welcome back hug.

He sauntered over to Umino Iruka, quickly wrapping his arms around the man, patting his back and then yanking away.

//Reading this book REALLY makes me want to RP from Jarlaxle more.//

//Might want to block these, too. It'd be a pain in the ass for me to do it myself, from all these accounts.

"My voice will be at the lake of salts this year!"

"I don't think I ever mentioned... The writer met the voice!"

//Flipped account. Forgotten Realms/D&D Literate Detailed Multi-verse 18+ (Graphic violence, sexual situations, some nudity)

As usual on days off, Yamato sat beside the jutsu-created lake literally in his back yard, whittling knife in one hand, and wooden block--

--in the other.