Room 505, Monday Morning
This weekend should never have existed. EVER. NEVER EVER.
Despite Ino's best efforts, Kabuto - who wasn't really acknowledging Tasuki as his own sort of bizarre doppelganger - had slept in his own room the night before. That would be him, under the blankets in a ball of purple ninja misery.
Kabuto was debating skipping class altogether, listening to the siren song of pillows that beckoned him to come suffocate himself and thus not have to face the sheer embarrassment of the whole situation. Because, seriously. Loudmouthed, irritating redhead who couldn't even speak properly. What the hell, Fandom.
The ninja groaned and pulled the blankets over his head, forgoing the usual morning workout in lieu of staying where he wouldn't be seen.
(establishy, but door is totally unlocked...please ignore that the actual timestamp, as work = difficulty posting at the actual times for things!)
Despite Ino's best efforts, Kabuto - who wasn't really acknowledging Tasuki as his own sort of bizarre doppelganger - had slept in his own room the night before. That would be him, under the blankets in a ball of purple ninja misery.
Kabuto was debating skipping class altogether, listening to the siren song of pillows that beckoned him to come suffocate himself and thus not have to face the sheer embarrassment of the whole situation. Because, seriously. Loudmouthed, irritating redhead who couldn't even speak properly. What the hell, Fandom.
The ninja groaned and pulled the blankets over his head, forgoing the usual morning workout in lieu of staying where he wouldn't be seen.
(establishy, but door is totally unlocked...please ignore that the actual timestamp, as work = difficulty posting at the actual times for things!)