[three comment thread] Someone just shoot me now...

[origamicupcake]

Who: Konan and whoever
What: Drama or something of the sort
When: September 22nd, early morning
Where: Cafe Akatsuki

Konan knew that if she looked as bad as she felt, she must look like a fright. Her back was killing her, she was rather cranky after getting absolutely no sleep and to top it off, she had woken up queasy. Needless to say, working in a

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[cake_is_a_bang]

Deidara was in a bit of a pickle. Just a bit of one (a small pickle, like the baby ones you can get in those little jars at the grocery store). So, yeah, he did have a good excuse for coming at Konan in a sprint, sliding around the corner in a mess of blond hair and bits of food (because, of course, he couldn't stay 'clean' for half a shift).

He may smell, just a bit.

But there was a good excuse for that too.

"KONAN!" he screamed when he spotted her. "THERE'S A SITUATION AT THE BACK-" he broke off when the expected insult/punch/retaliation never came. Cue double take and poking. "Hey, Ko-chan. Are you dead, un? Cause, you know, there are more fabulous ways to die than on Hidan's shit-covered counter."