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sunshineverse2014-01-04 11:51 pm
thebestuchiha) wrote in sunshineverse2014-01-04 11:51 pm
Even a Kage spends time in the village
Where: Konohagakure
When: January 4th, in the afternoon.
Notes: Open to anyone.
He was horrifically bored. No, beyond bored, he was being lulled into a sense of being droned to death, and he honestly couldn't claim he was unused to it. He was used to it. He was so painfully used to it that he could just cry over it. Admittedly, he'd gotten over that crying constantly thing a good decade ago, but the urge still cropped up from time to time, and this was shaping up to being one of those days.
At least, it was until someone called the delegate's attention away from him long enough that one of his people could get in and give him a message.
It was blank, but they didn't have to know that, and it was something that honestly didn't need his personal attention in any case. All he seemed to be there for was to nod politely and have his assistant take notes to give someone else anyway. Thus, he sprung at the chance to close the matter for the day, it having run over nearly two hours from the projected halt point as it was.
His shinobi had probably realized he wasn't all that far off a compulsion to do something regrettable. Probably in a way that was amusing at the time but would just make him cringe in retrospect too. Thus, he seized on the chance to bolt, politely making his excuses before taking off into the village, taking a deep breath of the cool air as he tried to figure out how he wanted to spend his current freedom.
Sparring? Checking on shinobi in other parts of the village? Hassling his students? Lunch?
...Lunch. He was starved.
Goal decided, he started across the village to the nice fish place near his home, waving and greeting people on his way.
When: January 4th, in the afternoon.
Notes: Open to anyone.
He was horrifically bored. No, beyond bored, he was being lulled into a sense of being droned to death, and he honestly couldn't claim he was unused to it. He was used to it. He was so painfully used to it that he could just cry over it. Admittedly, he'd gotten over that crying constantly thing a good decade ago, but the urge still cropped up from time to time, and this was shaping up to being one of those days.
At least, it was until someone called the delegate's attention away from him long enough that one of his people could get in and give him a message.
It was blank, but they didn't have to know that, and it was something that honestly didn't need his personal attention in any case. All he seemed to be there for was to nod politely and have his assistant take notes to give someone else anyway. Thus, he sprung at the chance to close the matter for the day, it having run over nearly two hours from the projected halt point as it was.
His shinobi had probably realized he wasn't all that far off a compulsion to do something regrettable. Probably in a way that was amusing at the time but would just make him cringe in retrospect too. Thus, he seized on the chance to bolt, politely making his excuses before taking off into the village, taking a deep breath of the cool air as he tried to figure out how he wanted to spend his current freedom.
Sparring? Checking on shinobi in other parts of the village? Hassling his students? Lunch?
...Lunch. He was starved.
Goal decided, he started across the village to the nice fish place near his home, waving and greeting people on his way.
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