| [Feb. 28th, 2008|02:38 am] |
"Yamashiro Aoba, also Hunters. Don't be too embarrassed about the rookiedar, a lot of us get it after a year. Hell, after six months." Aoba shrugged and adjusted the bag of liquor, the bottles clinking together. "You live up here? I think I woulda noticed you, but some of you rookies hide under the damn rug."
It was true! Or maybe ANBU did cycle through their hunters a little quick. In either case, the rookie before him was certainly brand-new-out-of-the-package. His Rookie Sense hadn't failed him yet. |
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