001. || smells like a teen spirit.

[cheshireweasel]

[Itachi is, aimlessly and invisibly, walking down the corridors of the hotel, making distinct footstep noises in case someone would open a door to see that there's no one there to make them. He's bored, but he has to be patient. Every once in a while he floats through the walls inside people's rooms, waiting either for someone to start telling

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[sansgoggles]

*hears noise at the door. Opens it, and looks out, puzzled* Huh . . . ?

[cheshireweasel]

[door happens to go through him. grumble. he pushes at the door to get it out of his shoulder area, opening it further.]

[sansgoggles]

O.O

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?

[cheshireweasel]

[oh, look. it's a family member. shall he greet him? ... nah, he stays invisible. he grabs the door and slams it in his face instead. lovingly. ♥]

[sansgoggles]

!!!!!

*runs back into room, and throws salt at the door*