Room 505, Friday Morning - Mid-Afternoon
Kabuto wasn't exactly packing; he was organizing. There was really no point in keeping all of his books at Fandom if he wasn't going to be there, and he simply did not trust anyone to take good enough care of them. That was why he was removing books from shelves and sorting them into stacks, preparing them to be sent back to Otogakure without him.
Ninja had it easy when it came to packing. Or not!packing, as it may have been.
When he was finished sorting out the piles of books, Kabuto pulled out a blank scroll and set to work on the intricate calligraphy that would transform it into storage. When it was finished, he would be able to store each stack of books and summon them back when he needed them, carrying just one scroll instead of several dozen books.
The door was open, though he wasn't anticipating any company.
(he'll be around for a while yet; he's just not a procrastinator. any and all are welcome, if you don't mind some sp)
Ninja had it easy when it came to packing. Or not!packing, as it may have been.
When he was finished sorting out the piles of books, Kabuto pulled out a blank scroll and set to work on the intricate calligraphy that would transform it into storage. When it was finished, he would be able to store each stack of books and summon them back when he needed them, carrying just one scroll instead of several dozen books.
The door was open, though he wasn't anticipating any company.
(he'll be around for a while yet; he's just not a procrastinator. any and all are welcome, if you don't mind some sp)