[thread] Who's Been Eating my Porridge? [Tenzouko, Suzumo, and Hanabi]
Set when everyone gets back from the gala o' doom.
The trip back from teh Gala had been much worse then the trip there and possibly worse then the Gala itself (if that was possible). Everyone was exhausted and high alert, some of them were injured and still coughing up smoke filled phlegm from all the fires. The kids, who had done so admirably, had stayed as close as possible to friends and teachers. It actually relieved Suzumo somewhat, to have Hanabi in his sights the entire time. He didn't want to admit how disturbed he had been when he had first been unable to find the young boy during the initial fight.
Right now, safe inside Konoha's walls, all Suzumo wanted to do was go home, get into normal clothes, and pass out for maybe a week or three. Hanabi was still close behind though, wanting to make sure that his teacher actually made it home. Someone else had promised to make sure the boy got home and Suzumo had eventually, reluctantly, agreed; Hanabi just would not go home until his teacher was safe and sound. It was almost touching.
Rubbing a hand under his glasses at his eyes, the academy teacher pulled out his keys and let himself inside, a small sigh of relief falling from his lips. He had just turned to let Hanabi know that, yes, he was fine and the boy could go home, when a sound caught his attention, coming from the kitchen. You have got to be kidding me...
Motioning Hanabi back, he reached into his kunai pouch, mouth dry and quite wary. But when he peeked into the kitchen.... it wasn't quite what he was expecting.
"... what?"
The trip back from teh Gala had been much worse then the trip there and possibly worse then the Gala itself (if that was possible). Everyone was exhausted and high alert, some of them were injured and still coughing up smoke filled phlegm from all the fires. The kids, who had done so admirably, had stayed as close as possible to friends and teachers. It actually relieved Suzumo somewhat, to have Hanabi in his sights the entire time. He didn't want to admit how disturbed he had been when he had first been unable to find the young boy during the initial fight.
Right now, safe inside Konoha's walls, all Suzumo wanted to do was go home, get into normal clothes, and pass out for maybe a week or three. Hanabi was still close behind though, wanting to make sure that his teacher actually made it home. Someone else had promised to make sure the boy got home and Suzumo had eventually, reluctantly, agreed; Hanabi just would not go home until his teacher was safe and sound. It was almost touching.
Rubbing a hand under his glasses at his eyes, the academy teacher pulled out his keys and let himself inside, a small sigh of relief falling from his lips. He had just turned to let Hanabi know that, yes, he was fine and the boy could go home, when a sound caught his attention, coming from the kitchen. You have got to be kidding me...
Motioning Hanabi back, he reached into his kunai pouch, mouth dry and quite wary. But when he peeked into the kitchen.... it wasn't quite what he was expecting.
"... what?"