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Who: 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.

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"So mean!"

That was Masanori's counter, his facade tossed to the wayside with less care than he might have given a sack of rice. His expression was made to betray some seemingly real degree of hurt. Whether it was sincere or not was left to Ami decide, but he pushed past it quickly, heaving an exasperated sigh that terminates with a rather abrupt and simple disclosure.

"It's for the fort," he said.

"The..." Ami was, by practice, generally less expressive than the average brick. However, sometimes—very rarely—something managed to slide past a chink in the proverbial armor and elicit an actual, honest response. In this case, it was innocent, persistent curiosity. She let her eyes drift to the toilet paper, trying to assess some way for it to become a building material worth the effort of his thievery. A fort implied an outdoor location and Konoha had a decent rainfall each season.

"What fort?" She asked, unaware of the way her eyes were shining with interest.

Ami may have been unaware, but Masanori? Oh, he saw it and in that instant, he perceived something unexpected, something that almost looked like a kindred spirit. Rather than stand with his toilet paper bracelets and be unsure of it, he moved right in verbally, excitement getting the better of him.

"My fort! I've been working on it for years," he said, pausing at the chitter in his ear. "Ah, well, I mean we've been working on it for years! You're familiar with Shizuoka silk, right?"

"Yes," she agreed. "My aunt and uncle's shop has a contract with them. Some of our higher-quality products are made exclusively with it." It was of unparalleled quality, both in sheen and durability. The downside was that, depending on the spider producing it, water-treatment caused the silk to contract excessively. She was fairly certain that had only been an issue years before, however, and steps had since been taken to correct the oversight.

"Do you use the tissue-paper as a building material alongside that silk? that would require a lot of base materials..." Explaining his periodic robberies. One hand came up, hovering in front of her mouth thoughtfully. "But that alone wouldn't be enough, though... you must have pre-existing pillars of some sort for support, right?"

"Aa. Do you wanna see it?"

He was oozing with pride about his fort and pleasure in having stirred some interest in Ami. It had been unexpected, but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity now that it had been presented him. Curiosity was a powerful thing and he intended to milk it for all it was worth in this case. An opportunist? Him? Who would have guessed.

Ami bit her lip, thinking furiously and doing her utmost to maintain a stony facade as she did so. But her eyes betrayed her again, practically shimmering at this point. I want to see it. I really, really want to see it! they seemed to insist.

"...I suppose so." Ami said, at length. "If only to determine whether the construction was worth years of robbery and vandalism." There. That was a totally logical argument; shinobi had to make cost-benefit analyses on the fly all the time when in the field. This was practically a training exercise, she reasoned.

"That works for me!"

And both hands were thrown into the air in celebration. toilet paper bracelets dangling. No matter what reason Ami gave, Masanori was victorious. She was interested, interested! Truly, there was some form of connection and he wasn't about to argue semantics. What he was about to do was make a grab for her hand so that he could lead her to the Shizuoka compound with greater care than he had taken in sabotaging the restroom.

This was a sensitive mission, after all.

Edited 2015-03-05 09:27 (UTC)