Raidou laughed, careful to keep the sound low, and studied the vast expanse of Taka's face. "Considering we've got three chins to work with, I think we stand a decent chance." He crouched down and scrawled a messy string of kanji over corpulant cheeks. It took him a moment to work out the symbol for 'twinkie', but when he did he gave it an extra flourish, drawing elaborately over Taka's nose. 'Asses' also garnered close attention, and an underline.

Raidou sat back to consider the finished effect. Then, very carefully, he leaned forward and added a tiny, delicate daisy.

"If there is a god, his majesty'll think some rabid flower terrorist organization decided to indulge in a bit of living graffitti." He grinned. As justice went, it wasn't exactly swift and bloody, but he had every faith it was going to hit Taka where it hurt. You didn't have to look hard in a politician to find his pride. "S'just a shame we can't sign it: 'from Konoha, bitch'."

Five minutes and the teenager was already rubbing off on him.

Raidou rose to his feet and tossed Kaito the marker. "Want to add anything? I reckon we've got at least thirty seconds before anyone comes to see what's happened to the boss. More if there weren't any more shinobi up there. But don't count on it."