'Cause when there's you, I feel whole // And there's no better feeling in the world
Who: Haruno Sakura and Uzumaki Naruto
When: Sometime between Duzell shenanigans and Madara shenanigans on Tuesday
Where: A threshold.
Summary: Sakura is caught under the mistletoe with her Hokage.
Rating: NC-VIOLENT THOUGHTS okay G-PG. Really. PG-13 for dirty thoughts. R only if those thoughts become epic porn novellas, which... shouldn't happen.
Warnings: It's probably going to be awkward, and one can hope amusing as well.
Luck was a fickle mistress. Sakura would have agreed, if she was sat down and engaged in a lengthy discussion on the nature of luck, and it's unpredictability. Luck was something you didn't count on, and were better off ignoring except when traditionally it was on your enemy's side, and likely to screw them up long enough that you went home breathing when otherwise you would have gone home wrapped in a burial shroud, but since Sakura was still, remarkably, in a good mood, she wasn't thinking anything dismal or dark at the moment.
No. Right now, Haruno Sakura was thinking about muffins. Not ones to bluff, not even muffins to turn into other horrible sexual innuendo jokes with her boss (albeit unintentionally on her part, most the time), but a glorious, spectacular muffin meant simply for consumption. Unattended, in this case, meant ninja'd into her neat little hands, and as she was making off with her booty, Sakura couldn't help but smile. For having just dealt with Duzell, it was particularly odd to see her doing something other than stalking Shikamaru to keep tabs on Kite (adorable, blundering, injury-prone god that Kite was), but such was life, and such was, in particular, Facility.
What Sakura did not expect was her boss to appear anywhere in her vicinity without her noticing first, and probably shoving her muffin into her waist-pouch before asking him what he was doing, since she'd first assume he was trying to shirk responsibility after having just been very responsible. (One good turn deserved another, and such and so on.) Yet Sakura's pleasure and self-absorbed notion that she'd just scored perhaps the best muffin ever kept her from noticing pretty much anything.
Including that damn-blasted mistletoe. The stuff she was fairly certain needed to be burned in a ceramic oven and then disposed of carefully down the toilets, if only it could be pried from it's deathhold on the walls and doorframes.
Luck, for Sakura, had just run out again, without even leaving her a forwarding address.
When: Sometime between Duzell shenanigans and Madara shenanigans on Tuesday
Where: A threshold.
Summary: Sakura is caught under the mistletoe with her Hokage.
Rating: NC-VIOLENT THOUGHTS okay G-PG. Really. PG-13 for dirty thoughts. R only if those thoughts become epic porn novellas, which... shouldn't happen.
Warnings: It's probably going to be awkward, and one can hope amusing as well.
Luck was a fickle mistress. Sakura would have agreed, if she was sat down and engaged in a lengthy discussion on the nature of luck, and it's unpredictability. Luck was something you didn't count on, and were better off ignoring except when traditionally it was on your enemy's side, and likely to screw them up long enough that you went home breathing when otherwise you would have gone home wrapped in a burial shroud, but since Sakura was still, remarkably, in a good mood, she wasn't thinking anything dismal or dark at the moment.
No. Right now, Haruno Sakura was thinking about muffins. Not ones to bluff, not even muffins to turn into other horrible sexual innuendo jokes with her boss (albeit unintentionally on her part, most the time), but a glorious, spectacular muffin meant simply for consumption. Unattended, in this case, meant ninja'd into her neat little hands, and as she was making off with her booty, Sakura couldn't help but smile. For having just dealt with Duzell, it was particularly odd to see her doing something other than stalking Shikamaru to keep tabs on Kite (adorable, blundering, injury-prone god that Kite was), but such was life, and such was, in particular, Facility.
What Sakura did not expect was her boss to appear anywhere in her vicinity without her noticing first, and probably shoving her muffin into her waist-pouch before asking him what he was doing, since she'd first assume he was trying to shirk responsibility after having just been very responsible. (One good turn deserved another, and such and so on.) Yet Sakura's pleasure and self-absorbed notion that she'd just scored perhaps the best muffin ever kept her from noticing pretty much anything.
Including that damn-blasted mistletoe. The stuff she was fairly certain needed to be burned in a ceramic oven and then disposed of carefully down the toilets, if only it could be pried from it's deathhold on the walls and doorframes.
Luck, for Sakura, had just run out again, without even leaving her a forwarding address.