Sarutobi Asuma // Log 1 //
Who: Sarutobi Asuma smokingjounin and anyone who wants to greet him in Somarium
Where: Middle of Espoir
Style: Either, keep it consistent
Status: VERY MUCH OPEN. Please, come jump Asuma. He likes it.
Asuma groaned as he stirred around in his sleep, searching blindly for his pillow with his hand. He knew he needed a new mattress, but he didn’t remember his bed being so hard. The side of the bed was empty, but he was pretty sure he had come home last night with a pretty brunette with pretty red eyes. Opening one eye, he raised an eyebrow slowly. Was he lying on the road?
Sitting up, he shook his head slightly. Given, he had celebrated his return to Konohagakure with Genma, Aoba, Kakashi, Kurenai and Anko, which automatically meant a hangover in the morning. But Kurenai wouldn’t just abandon him in the middle of the road…Looking around, he frowned; he couldn’t recognised this part of the village. And since when there was a castle flying over the Hidden Village?
“Kurenai….whatever you’re doing, you can stop it. I’m up…” he said, searching for his pack of cigarette in his flak jacket. He waited for the illusion to drop, but when it never came undone, he stood up, dusting himself. Lighting up his cigarette, he started to walk slowly towards the high buildings outside the village. Maybe he could see from up there where he was…
Where: Middle of Espoir
Style: Either, keep it consistent
Status: VERY MUCH OPEN. Please, come jump Asuma. He likes it.
Asuma groaned as he stirred around in his sleep, searching blindly for his pillow with his hand. He knew he needed a new mattress, but he didn’t remember his bed being so hard. The side of the bed was empty, but he was pretty sure he had come home last night with a pretty brunette with pretty red eyes. Opening one eye, he raised an eyebrow slowly. Was he lying on the road?
Sitting up, he shook his head slightly. Given, he had celebrated his return to Konohagakure with Genma, Aoba, Kakashi, Kurenai and Anko, which automatically meant a hangover in the morning. But Kurenai wouldn’t just abandon him in the middle of the road…Looking around, he frowned; he couldn’t recognised this part of the village. And since when there was a castle flying over the Hidden Village?
“Kurenai….whatever you’re doing, you can stop it. I’m up…” he said, searching for his pack of cigarette in his flak jacket. He waited for the illusion to drop, but when it never came undone, he stood up, dusting himself. Lighting up his cigarette, he started to walk slowly towards the high buildings outside the village. Maybe he could see from up there where he was…