| [Oct. 19th, 2008|12:14 am] |
Kaito scratched at the back of his head sheepishly. "Right. No poking." Which just sounded so wrong. His blush was more embarrassing than his words, even. "But I have weapons," he continued rapidly, hoping to keep from coming across as a complete rookie. "I'm pretty good with those, really. I mean--I'd thought originally it was why they let me into ANBU but..." His excitement faded a little and he turned, walking faster without looking at Raidou.
"But, y'know, I'm here and all now, right? So once they figure out this stupid bloodline thing isn't helpful, they'll let me work on weapons stuff instead."
He wasn't even going to touch the suggestion of books. What kind of ninja learned things from books, anyway? Weren't you supposed to learn from other people? Definitely were. And he had plenty of clothes, even if his jeans were ripped. It made them comfortable.
His building wasn't far off, though not in the area of town most ninja lived in. That was all right--he was good with this area. Street brats and muggers didn't mess with him--or hadn't, once he'd made it clear they shouldn't. It had been a great first few weeks.
The security door had long since broken; he shoved it open with his shoulder against the glass and a screech of metal across the floor, then bounced up the stairs. His apartment was on the third floor. Biggest one, too. He yanked the eviction notice off with a scowl and dug his keys out of his pocket. |
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