“Oh my God–
Shut the fuck up.”
Because clearly with her current headache any amount of noise is annoying.
“One… Two… Three…”
Babysitting’s for weak ass Genin’s…
“Seven… Eight…”
Fuck the Raikage’s niece…
"Ready or not,
here I come…“
Not really. She’ll just sit here and wait in hopes the rug rat will get bored of hiding and come out on her own.
Lips pulled into a puzzled frown as the lithe form of a milk snake slithered across her digits then along her arm.
“D-Damn it, Basil sit still– Ah!”
Before the small serpent could be grasped by her nimble digits his body stuffed itself within her headband, mingling with red strands.
“How the fuck do you feed these things?!
I mean he’s hungry right?!”
These questions were rhetorical in nature yet they begged for the input of an expert or perhaps a stranger with the knowledge she required.
“I’m almost positive
hanging out with tailed beasts
is less hectic and stressful
than human interaction.”
“Oh look
it’s my favorite day of the week:
Sex Sunday.
Kill me now, I’ll allow it this once…”
The amount of judgement that bled through her amber irides was akin to blazing inferno running wild within a forest.
“He’s messing around again.
Why am I not surprised?
Thoroughly disappointed though.”
All of this was mumbled to herself considering if she bothered whom these words were meant for a situation would surely arise.
She’s thoroughly convinced that the world has gone mad with all that she’s seen thus far. It’s a wonder she’s even sane at the moment.
“Pretty sure my village is far more sane than any
other.”
“Oi, buy a ticket.”
Whispering softly as she pulled aside anyone that came within reaching distance.
