[ OPEN LOG ] 3RD WEEK OF SCHOOL FUCKTHEWHAT - ALL.

[messandentwine]

Who: Any and all students/teachers currently ALIVE and not missing or a human vegetable. (Surprisingly not everyone fits into these categories anymore. The numbers are actually quite shocking.)
What: After school.
When: September 4.
Where: Oshima High School Campus. (Any and all college goers who aren’t brain-dead are welcome. :D)
Warnings: It’s

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AND ARE YOU SQUEEZING IT?

[messandentwine]

But Naruto did not consider himself especially snot-nosed, and for good reason. (He rarely ever cries and he has only been sick three times over the course of his entire life - all three times with none other than the common cold - and since he finds mucus ridiculously disgusting, all of the listed circumstances have included him with tissues screwed into his nostrils so that he won't have to deal with it.) He was, though, young and rude - both things that were bound to get on pretty much anyone's nerves.

Of course, Naruto liked himself that way.

And that's all that really counted for anything.

So, when he caught a leg against Hidan's accidentally and tripped (rather ungracefully - though he did manage, miraculously, to stay on his appartenly two left feet,) he was not especially pleased or respectful about it. When he was standing upright again (which took maybe six seconds), he stuffed his hands in his pockets again (they'd flown out of their own accord, presumably to steady him) and spoke in a drawl, disinterested voice that reminded him way too much of-

("SASUKE, PICK THE FUCK UP YOU-")

"Hey, douche bag." His eyes were steady - not angered, not even very irritated, just very matter-of-fact. "Do you mind ever-so-much forfeitingyour roll of Pretty Princess the Human Traffic Cone? Some of us have places to be."

He wasn't talking about himself specifically, of course.

But he was speaking on behalf of the entire student population.

He figured someone did.

APPARENTLY SETTING IT ON FIRE.

[ld_sk]

// WHERE THE FUCK IS EVERYONE. That is all. \\

Hidan's legs don't move an inch for the little brat who spoke that way, but his eye did twitch and his jaw tightened more. He didn't make any move to smack the little cunt in the face but his grip on the handle of his backpack tightened.

"Listen fuckhead, I don't have the patience to deal with some shitheaded little high schooler who's gotten too big for his own fucking boots." Hidan wasn't screaming, his tone was ringing with venom but it felt like he knew exactly what he was doing. (Anyone who knew Hidan would probably agree that the concept of Hidan knowing what he was doing was a worrying and rare event.) "Fucking walk somewhere else then."

Fucking high schoolers.