53 ::: Uchiha Izuna 彡 Video
[What better way to force recovery from a traumatic event? By pretending nothing ever happened, nothing happened, everything is fine. Yes, of course. Everything is just fine. Nothing at all's wrong. That's why the night before he stripped every last ume off the tree Hashirama had given him, leaving it bare down to the budding flowers and washed them, and his own fingers, half-raw in the sink.
It's a process with salt, herbs, honey and weights that usually takes quite some time, but he's an Uchiha, and not known for his patience. And there's a jutsu for that!
So the morning finds him humming faintly under his breath and arranging a few dozen wrinkly, purplish orbs in a flat woven basket, sending them rolling and staining up his still-red fingers. He intends to dry them under the sun, at least until he turns his back to reach for another from the small barrel he pickled them in, and leaves the basket unattended.
Mikazuki appears first as a pair of swiveling ears, visible just beyond the edge of the Uchiha's basket. Fangs flare white as her mouth gapes wide, ears flattening back, and she descends to grab one of the plums and scrambles down from the table, fleeing before he can turn back and scold her.]
Oiii . . .
These aren't prepared yet, it will have a bitter taste, [- he warns, as the kitten gags and drops the plum, writhing and pawing at her mouth with a pitiful yowl from a few yards away. He husks a low laugh and settles back on his heels.]
Serves you right, you little bandit.
[ - mowwww! Mooowwww--! Mikazuki sets to frantically grooming her fur while Izuna arranges a few more plums, still snickering at her antics.]
It's a process with salt, herbs, honey and weights that usually takes quite some time, but he's an Uchiha, and not known for his patience. And there's a jutsu for that!
So the morning finds him humming faintly under his breath and arranging a few dozen wrinkly, purplish orbs in a flat woven basket, sending them rolling and staining up his still-red fingers. He intends to dry them under the sun, at least until he turns his back to reach for another from the small barrel he pickled them in, and leaves the basket unattended.
Mikazuki appears first as a pair of swiveling ears, visible just beyond the edge of the Uchiha's basket. Fangs flare white as her mouth gapes wide, ears flattening back, and she descends to grab one of the plums and scrambles down from the table, fleeing before he can turn back and scold her.]
Oiii . . .
These aren't prepared yet, it will have a bitter taste, [- he warns, as the kitten gags and drops the plum, writhing and pawing at her mouth with a pitiful yowl from a few yards away. He husks a low laugh and settles back on his heels.]
Serves you right, you little bandit.
[ - mowwww! Mooowwww--! Mikazuki sets to frantically grooming her fur while Izuna arranges a few more plums, still snickering at her antics.]