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Characters: kakashi, naruto, sakura, sasuke, itachi, gai
Location: starts at DCH 7, Floor 3, Room C/D
Rating: PG
Time: Dec 25
Description: Sakura is set on spending Christmas Day with Team 7 (Itachi can come too. oh and Gai.)
Personally, Sasuke thought the holiday was a pain in the ass. Probably because of all the bullshit going around about good cheer and family time. He'd seen his share of festivals in Konoha, hell they had more than a few if not only to keep the morale of a group of people trained to kill for a living in good spirits. But those had, at least, made some sense to him.
Maybe he was just bitter.
Regardless, he wasn't feeling all that inclined to put up some kind of front to spend time with everyone. If this day was meant to be about good intentions, then some people had missed the memo. He knew Saralegui would do something, but he couldn't have known what it would be, or when. Being called out publicly as a traitor, while something he'd had before and certainly a situation he'd put himself in twice now, didn't really make him feel like walking the streets. This so called holiday was shitty enough with what had gone down without that expression he knew he'd be subject to the entire damn day.
He'd go out later, of course, to patrol. Once everyone was busy stuffing their faces and opening gifts or whatever the hell it was they did. As it stood, presently, Sasuke had abandoned the network and public human contact in favor of making himself some tea on the stove. Arms crossed over his chest, he leaned against the counter and stared at the pot as it slowly heated.
Location: starts at DCH 7, Floor 3, Room C/D
Rating: PG
Time: Dec 25
Description: Sakura is set on spending Christmas Day with Team 7 (Itachi can come too. oh and Gai.)
Personally, Sasuke thought the holiday was a pain in the ass. Probably because of all the bullshit going around about good cheer and family time. He'd seen his share of festivals in Konoha, hell they had more than a few if not only to keep the morale of a group of people trained to kill for a living in good spirits. But those had, at least, made some sense to him.
Maybe he was just bitter.
Regardless, he wasn't feeling all that inclined to put up some kind of front to spend time with everyone. If this day was meant to be about good intentions, then some people had missed the memo. He knew Saralegui would do something, but he couldn't have known what it would be, or when. Being called out publicly as a traitor, while something he'd had before and certainly a situation he'd put himself in twice now, didn't really make him feel like walking the streets. This so called holiday was shitty enough with what had gone down without that expression he knew he'd be subject to the entire damn day.
He'd go out later, of course, to patrol. Once everyone was busy stuffing their faces and opening gifts or whatever the hell it was they did. As it stood, presently, Sasuke had abandoned the network and public human contact in favor of making himself some tea on the stove. Arms crossed over his chest, he leaned against the counter and stared at the pot as it slowly heated.