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[truepsychictale]

Who: Sasha Nein TruePsychicTale and Hidan fatiferously
When: Early Tuesday Morning
Where: The Halls and Hidan's Mind
Summary: Sasha is still on his oh-so-cool not quite a warpath.
Rating: PG-13 and subject to change?
Warnings:

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[fatiferously]

Hidan was in his second week of being unaware that on top of being an asshole, he was a murderer. It's one fact that might bother him a bit, since his contact with Jashinism hadn't yet "happened" in his mind, and while the frustration with his village and elders was there, it hadn't yet come to fruition

[truepsychictale]

Just the person he was looking for. Sasha pushed up his shades and entered the suite. "My apologies, if I were able to do something about it, I would." he first wanted to see what Hidan's mental state was like without the other talking about what he would assume was some odd ninja God. "But it is like that for everyone." He pocketed his Psy-Portal so he wouldn't get too many questions on it.

[fatiferously]

Hidan shifted to stare up at the newcomer, lips pressing into a tight line. "Whatever. It's as creative as anything else they show around this place," he groused, standing up and the slightest bit on edge. Hidan had seen some strange shit go down the last week; it was so tempting to just let himself assume no one could get the better of him, but some part of his training refused to allow him to relax.

"Who are you?"

[truepsychictale]

"Sasha Nein." the German said offering Hidan a hand. "How are you faring?"