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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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"Hmmmm." He ducked through the door, not even remotely worried about being seen in public with a fretting child. It wouldn't be the first time, and most definitely wouldn't be the last.

"No, I think I have a point to make before I do that. Don't worry, it's actually a rather nice day."

There was something about that statement that struck a chord in Masanori that saw his expression lilt with both curiosity. He stopped struggling long enough to attempt a look at the shinobi holding him.

"Oi. Jiisan, you're enjoying this too much," he said, a question following. "Are you an S?"

"If by S you mean sensei, yes." He headed out into the village, aware that they were drawing attention as they went, but the people who knew him looked more curious than concerned, and he paid them no mind.

No, he was headed to one of the more heavily populated areas of town.

"No, I was talking about the other 'S,'" Masanori replied, wondering exactly where this was going. "I guess that works, too, though. Are you gonna teach me a lesson?"

That had to be where this was going, right? No questions had been asked regarding exactly who he belonged to, so it was unlikely he was being toted to Shisui and mistakenly to the Uchiha compound. Most people in their right mind wouldn't have taken him to the Shizuoka's den either.

"That's the idea. Really, a prankster should never get caught. That's just terrible shinobi work." He shook his head, clearly disappointed in the boy for this failing, and he started up some steps.

The man had a point. It was a sharp point that Masanori was very familiar with and it had him pondering a bit.

"Aa. I can't argue about that. You shouldn't do anything halfheartedly," he agreed, pausing as a long digit found his nose. Mi-chan was chittering in his ear, inquiring about the situation. "But what if you do get caught, S-san?"

Like now. How about now?

"You deal with the consequences and hope the mod doesn't kill you, of course." He smiled at the boy, then abruptly shifted his hold as he came to a halt, holding the boy out in front of him to a rather large number of people looking curiously his way.

More than a few were shinobi, then again, he had just made his way to one of the armor and weapon stores in the village and was standing where everyone let out, just above.

He raised his voice so it would carry, a truly excellent trait in a teacher, and projected so everyone in line of sight could hear. "I found the toilet paper bandit everyone. It's this boy here."

He held the child securely until realization started to dawn on some faces, and his voice lowered back to a conversational tone that only Masanori could hear. "Usually by runing very fast. Come see see me sometime. Name's Umino Iruka."

Then he put the boy on the roof beside him on his feet.

Perhaps it said something about Masanori that he was less concerned about the mob and slightly concerned about what sort of punishment the clan would attempt to effect upon his person for this grievous exposure, but especially how severe the nagging. Perhaps it said more that he was glad for it, that he was grateful to the man throwing him to the figurative dogs for the exposure. A blow like this hadn't been in his plans for today; and yet, it would most assuredly be delivered to the clan thanks in no small part to Iruka's machinations. Appreciative? Quite.

Glancing from the cloud over his shoulder to Iruka, he flashed the man a mischievous half grin, half smile.

"Aa. I will, S-san," was his reply as he held up a finger and, turning his head back to the approaching mob, yelled an urgent, "Wait a minute!"

The surprising part was that many listened, halting in their steps. Those expecting an apology would be disappointed to find the boy instead producing clones that looked one another over, then played a quick game of shuffle that terminated in stuck out tongues and a rapid dart in opposite directions with toilet paper flung in just as many to provide a helpful distraction. Would he be caught? More than likely, but he could at least work to decrease the number of shinobi that got their hands on him for his own benefit.

Iruka cast a stern eye over the crowd, picking out a few former students. "You should know better than to expect anything. If you don't catch him, it's your own fault now." He ran his gaze over them all, then turned and made his way down to get out of the path of the crowd as a few of the more hot-headed members of the forming mob caught the implications.

One particularly incensed girl even let out an indignant shout.

That, it seemed, seemed to resume movement, and Iruka meandered away, laughing quietly to himself. Once he got distance, he'd keep an eye out in case he had to rescue the child... but he wasn't worried.

The boy seemed resourceful enough.