Characters: Shikamaru and Botan
Content: Between the River Crossing, Zero, and Godot, Shikamaru's chosen where he belongs this night.
Location: 225 W. 57th
Time of day: Noonish, while the THREE UBER LOGS are happening.
Warnings: Fluff, Topless Shikamaru, fluff, lazy ninjas, fluff, upbeat grim reapers, fluff, cuteness, and did I mention fluff?
Shikamaru was standing in front of Botan's door. He hadn't gotten dressed yet, so there he stood, in front of his girlfriend's door in his pajama pants and an open button up shirt. However most of the apartment residence were out or otherwise occupied so he was was mostly certain this would be fine. Everyone else had their mind on escape, or were being talked into troublesome expeditions by troublesome masked people. He didn't see point in either, as a boat was not going to be the way out of this trap, that was too simple an answer. Certainly, there was a chance that it would work, but he did not rank the chances as high, nor did he feel he had any abilities to offer.
Also, his mind was on other topics, love, romance, relationships. What did they entail, the rules. What was expected, what was wished for, what he should do. What he could do. On the one hand he felt the easy answer was to not be in a relationship. Not due to lack of feelings, they were there, but it was easier. However a voice in his mind told him that was the stupidest thing he could do. That voice was mostly right. He knew that Asuma would never let him do that, nor would Naruto, Chouji probably would tell him similar. His mind played through what all his friends would tell him. He figured he knew them well enough to guess the various outcomes of such conversations.
So, after 112 theoretical conversations with friends and allies on this subject, here he stood, at Botan's door. He very lightly knocked with his right hand and waited, he didn't have a strategy, the variables did not allow it, but he did have a plan. Well, an idea. Which was the best he could come up with in this situation, which says a lot.