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trapweaverWho: Masanori and YOU
Where: Any public restroom in Konoha
When: February 10th to the 12th
Notes: WIDE OPEN! The kid's been doing this for years and has yet to be caught. Maybe he'll slip up today?
If the sting of clinging, cold air was a concern of Masanori's as he stepped across the threshold and into another of the village's esteemed restrooms, he showed no sign of it. The door was closed swiftly, silently behind him by a cautious hand as he tuned in to his new surroundings. The silence, the stillness told him enough. A good whiff told him more. There was no one present. There hadn't been for some time and that, that was good enough to make this particular, high traffic location his next mark.
That it was a high traffic location meant he had to act quickly, so act quickly he did. His steps fell silent against the hard floor as nimble fingers caught the door to the last stall and opened it quickly, quietly, onyx-colored eyes finding their target. Ah, she was perfect. So big, so plush, so perfectly absorbant! People wouldn't think much of her until there wasn't much of her left. Then, she would be all they'd think about, but it would be too little, too late for them. Even the most resourceful shinobi found themselves tried by this particular trap in the making, after all.
He was quick to grasp the roll of toilet paper and poise her to wrap her sheets snug around his wrist. One quick, well maintained spin later and the first of his objectives was complete. Another stall, another roll whittled mercilessly down to a single sheet with her contents carefully secured in his pockets, and with a wide smile that sincerely spoke of his enjoyment of the task. Just a few more stalls now and he would withdraw the victor of his eighth year to put the spoils of his victory to use and hear about his work at a later date.
The only question was whether or not he'd be so merciful as to leave the soap to mitigate failure's shame.
Where: Any public restroom in Konoha
When: February 10th to the 12th
Notes: WIDE OPEN! The kid's been doing this for years and has yet to be caught. Maybe he'll slip up today?
If the sting of clinging, cold air was a concern of Masanori's as he stepped across the threshold and into another of the village's esteemed restrooms, he showed no sign of it. The door was closed swiftly, silently behind him by a cautious hand as he tuned in to his new surroundings. The silence, the stillness told him enough. A good whiff told him more. There was no one present. There hadn't been for some time and that, that was good enough to make this particular, high traffic location his next mark.
That it was a high traffic location meant he had to act quickly, so act quickly he did. His steps fell silent against the hard floor as nimble fingers caught the door to the last stall and opened it quickly, quietly, onyx-colored eyes finding their target. Ah, she was perfect. So big, so plush, so perfectly absorbant! People wouldn't think much of her until there wasn't much of her left. Then, she would be all they'd think about, but it would be too little, too late for them. Even the most resourceful shinobi found themselves tried by this particular trap in the making, after all.
He was quick to grasp the roll of toilet paper and poise her to wrap her sheets snug around his wrist. One quick, well maintained spin later and the first of his objectives was complete. Another stall, another roll whittled mercilessly down to a single sheet with her contents carefully secured in his pockets, and with a wide smile that sincerely spoke of his enjoyment of the task. Just a few more stalls now and he would withdraw the victor of his eighth year to put the spoils of his victory to use and hear about his work at a later date.
The only question was whether or not he'd be so merciful as to leave the soap to mitigate failure's shame.
