Who: Madara and Violet.
Where: Elysium, the research facility's cafeteria.
When: Lunchtime.
Summary: Madara wants some goddamn food. And he's gonna take advantage of the ladies.
Rating: R for Madara.
Other: Bitches love him.
Actually, he didn't need the fucking cane, but he walked with it anyway. Why? Because he didn't need every single one of the bastards in this place to know he could kick their asses, with or without eyes. "Goddamn scientists," he grumbled under his breath, cane tapping along the floor as he made his way to the cafeteria. Just a helpless old blind man, right.
He could tell just from the sounds that he'd reached the place. People talking, clattering dishes, the smell of mediocre food that made his stomach grumble. He missed the days when food was a treat and never a necessity. "Fucking Itachi," he kept on muttering to himself. Who cared if anyone around him was listening in? "Bet you still eat cakes all day long like a goddamn slob. I hope you get fat and--"
Oops, he bumped into someone.