Thirty-five serpents: Never trust the tenor of the skies
[The camera view is a quick sweep of a suddenly mostly empty apartment she wasn't expecting to be empty. Everything's neat, and nice, and Jiraiya's, judging by the stacks of art supplies left.
The laugh Anko gives is tired, mirthless--like if she didn't laugh she might yell instead.]
Well that's one helluva birthday present.
Jiraiya-san's gone too.
[She absently flicks at a rubber bat hanging from the ceiling above her head, thanks Animus. And then a sigh.]
Stupid...
Plus it's that one harvest holiday again, isn't it? Hmph. ...Since it's my birthday--as of, oh, fifteen minutes ago--clearly you should give me candy, right?
[She grins over the prospect of candy for her birthday, (sort of) effectively covering up any other no-so-happy feelings that might have been there just before.]
The laugh Anko gives is tired, mirthless--like if she didn't laugh she might yell instead.]
Well that's one helluva birthday present.
Jiraiya-san's gone too.
[She absently flicks at a rubber bat hanging from the ceiling above her head, thanks Animus. And then a sigh.]
Stupid...
Plus it's that one harvest holiday again, isn't it? Hmph. ...Since it's my birthday--as of, oh, fifteen minutes ago--clearly you should give me candy, right?
[She grins over the prospect of candy for her birthday, (sort of) effectively covering up any other no-so-happy feelings that might have been there just before.]