4/20 8D

[firewood_senju]

[ OH HAI GAIS 8D Guess what today is? Yuss, 4/20. National WEED DAY. Well, in America it is. ]

[ And if you've noticed, Hashirama's office is full of plants. He's also got a nice collection of weed growing there so.... why not go check it out and celebrate this fine day, mm~? ]

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[blood_n_sand]

[He knows that smell all too well...

He might just have a new favourite teacher.

So in he stalkers like the well trained druggie he is.]

How much?

[firewood_senju]

For...? [ loading that bong with more pot ♥ ]

[blood_n_sand]

For the weed? [duh.]

[firewood_senju]

[ Gives you one of those Love Guru smiles~ ] Whatever you see here is free for the taking. It is a day to celebrate, after all. Why incorporate any limitations, mm?

[ Holds out the bong for him 8D ]

[blood_n_sand]

... Oh really?

[He takes the bong and inhales deeply.

And Shukaku faded out of his brain, a indistinct murmur... oh yes, this is what he was missing. He should go find Tayuya, yes he should. Or maybe Konan. Or maybe... damn, he really wanted a hamburger.]

Thanks sensei.

I swear he didn't add any psychedelic drug into that ;D

[firewood_senju]

Really. Why would I lie to you?

[ And Hashirama is longing for that unicorn he swore he saw bound across the room and disappear into the smoke, a sign that maybe there is still hope in the innocence and sincerity of mankind. The man is dreaming of Peace, and in his mind's eye, he is seeing rainbows in terms of the many states of happiness. Ah life. So abstract~ ]

Mm. You're welcome.

[ Takes the bong carefully from Gaara and takes another whiff ]

So... Gaara. What kind of legacy would you like to leave behind when the day comes to part from this world~?

... Oh god. Gaara. Hallucination. This isn't good.

[blood_n_sand]

... I know the legacy I will be leaving. Blood and death. And those hickey's on Sasuke. [... Did he just say that out loud? shit.

On that note, there was the most amazing bird that landed on the desk. It was sparkling, no really.

Wait, what?]

... That isn't straight pot is it?

At least it was a harmless sparkly bird he just saw XD DON'T JUMP OUT THE THIRD FLOOR, GAARA! D8

[firewood_senju]

How morbid, for one so young... And yet you have the kanji for 'love' engraved into your skin.

[ Raises an eyebrow ] Hickeys? [ Wow, teenagers and all their hormones |8 ]

[ Inhales a little more and places the bong on the table, smiling contently. ]
Why? Did you see something out of the ordinary~?

[ He's not going to give you a straight answer there, Gaara. ]

BUT HE WANTS TO FLLLLLLY

[blood_n_sand]

When you're good at something, it becomes comforting. I'm good at killing. [he might sound giddy at the thought. He reaches vaguely to pet the bird, then remembers it's not there, so runs his fingers over his scar instead, since the teacher brought it up.] Yes. And scratches, and blood, stopped knowing whose was whom's after I ripped off his shirt. He gave me a set in return, give and take. [he touches his tongue to his bottom lip, over one of the cuts Sasuke gave him, it stings a little still. Hormones, mmm. He should find Sasuke too.

... This teacher is just dick.] Birds. Don't. Sparkle. What's in the pot?

[he realises he has no idea who this teacher is, he barely even spoke to him their last class and his name totally escapes him.] Who are you?

Please stay inside, Gaara, or Hashirama might attempt to fly after you to rescue you O.o

[firewood_senju]

I see. But killing is something any body else can accomplish as well. So what is the satisfaction in it? [ He is supposed to act concerned about the psychological status of his young student when he spouts such fantasies (which may not really be fantasies at all~) but he is too happy right now to even remotely accommodate an inkling of any other emotion besides happiness. So for now, he will treat all of this as basic conversation :P He also chooses not to pursue the hickeys/scratches/blood topic further, for his own safety as well as Gaara's |8 ]

Of course they don't, unless the light is hitting the droplets of water on their feathers in all directions. [ grins ] I may have added a few complimentary ingredients from my unique collection of plants~

[ Raises his eyebrows ] Senju Hashirama. Your History teacher.

;==; oh alriiiight.

[blood_n_sand]

Because nobody kills like I kill. All those veterans PTSD, but.. none of my dreams of killing end up as nightmares. I can make it fast. Slip a blade in the throat, or slowly, stomach wounds can take hours you know, if you do it right. [he gives a wolfish, and completely high, grin. But in the silence from Shukaku due to the weed, its all just idle banter, he could of just been remarking on the weather. So you are safe for now, sensei~]

I know. And... well obviously, just what. There isn't anything I haven't done, or mixed, but seldom is it this... whatever. [Hrm, the bird dissolved into a shimmer that rained down.]

That's it, we never talked before. [>.>]

[firewood_senju]

[ man-giggles chuckles ] I understand now. It is almost like an art form. That is something one would take pride in. It is not that I am condoning murder, but sometimes, there's a time to kill, and one must kill. Just as there is a time for Peace and a time for War.

Ah, so you're quite the experimenter then? You'd probably ace Chemistry and Biology in that case. [ He flashes one of those goofy smiles of his again ] And Mathematics, if you've got just the right dosage of coccaine.

I wanted to see what sort of hallucinations my new genetically engineered special friend would help me come up with, and it looks like it's working pretty well. She's supposed to generate hallucinations depending on the user's mindset, so with weed, I'm assuming that the majority of those hallucinations would be happy... or in my case, ridiculously colorful and fruity. [ Peers into the cloud of smoke. ] I can swear I just saw a fat rainbow unicorn...

[ Waves the illusion away ] Hm. I didn't consider you the talkative type, and assumed you would talk to

[blood_n_sand]

[he nods.] When you reach the point where you no longer care, where you lose control, where you have no motive... it's beautiful. [he's getting all misty eyed. The one problem with sanity, is that it is so restrictive, he misses insanity.]

Yep. Was, I usually stick to cigarettes, alcohol and sometimes straight weed. [he grins thinking about cocaine] I'm alright with chemistry, though its more I was just taught these things, no idea about the science behind them.

[he stares at the wall, it was starting to drip oil.] By mood? No wonder these make no sense. [Because Gaara's moods these days are just weird, its all these sincerely good people he's been exposed to. The bastards, they fuck with his brain. Because normally his illusions aren't so pretty. Wait is that a rabbit on the desk?]

... Weed makes me talkative. [grumblegrumble.]