[Week 20, Day 1] The Dangers of Sleeping in Caves

[erase_to_forget]

Who: Shimizu Raikou, Yoite, Umino Iruka
Where/When: Raikou's Cave | Week 20, Day 1
Status: Closed,
Style: Third Person Present tense.
Warnings: none?

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[smiling_umino]

See, Iruka isn't the type to bother the injured unless there is a reason to. And Iruka is meticulous with a time schedule and time management when he already has so little in his hands, especially with Gau gone and that means having one less person who actually knows the concept of things like: schedule, time, order, routine. Not that Iruka is being selfish, because it's not easy, knowing that a friend has been taken away, taken by the very people who had brought them all here against their will.

However.

However, the show must go on. And while Iruka is always the type to also look back, look over a shoulder, worry, fret and wonder and hope that whatever it is he is moving forward from would somehow change, would somehow pause and call him back, change shape so he has an excuse to turn around fully and head towards it, if there is no sign of such, then he is simply left looking over his shoulder at nothing

[erase_to_forget]

[Yoite turns a blank face to Iruka, blinking slowly at the man before looking back to his handy work. He really has nothing to say about it or anything to say to this new person, though he is distantly amused about the fact that instead of being scolded, he is being encouraged.

Or at least...thats what he thinks those strange gestures mean.

Or maybe this man he has only met a few times is trying to put a strange curse on him via a ninjutsu that focuses on the hands. Either way he's confused, but is not about to ask.

Yoite thus returns to his drawing, considering the samurai, by virtue of drugs, has yet to wake up, he sees no point in stopping. He proceeds to draw a big butterly on one of the man's cheeks, and then the mustache that he finally understands Iruka's gesture for. ]

[smiling_umino]

[And through out Yoite's practice in facial art, Iruka props his elbow against his knee, and then props his chin against a palm staring. Watching. His lips curling upwards from a smirk to a wide full teeth grin. Which slowly morphs to barely contained laughter, shoulders shaking and oh, he'll be giving Yoite a thumbs up for that.

Because oh this boy is brilliant.

The mustache is most flattering on the man. Absolutely charming.]

[pinktintedgamon]

[It’s the mustache that actually draws Raikou back to the land of the living, because the soft brush so close to his nose tickles and makes his nose twitch, then twitch again.

And then a nostril full of soft, inky bristles as the sneeze breaks free.

Blinking russet eyes flicker, flutter several times to open despite the cotton-headded confusion that seems to be encasing his mind before he finally manages to pry them into actually opening.

That battle won, Raikou finds himself blinking slowly, sleepily, and murmuring with a sleep-roughened voice.]

…Yoite?

[erase_to_forget]

[Well...Yoite's hand is still on the paintbrush so its not like he can pretend that he didn't do it. But what he CAN do is at least add a finish touch while he's at it. Seal his fate, so to speak.

Dipping the brush downward once more he blackens out one of Raikou's eyebrows with one swift stroke]