Operation Find Yokozuna Jr.
Sept 4, 2015 12:44:52 GMT -8
Post by Hecatus on Sept 4, 2015 12:44:52 GMT -8
Just as Jack had surmised, his overly eager kouhai had left the door unlocked due, most likely as a byproduct of his absentmindedness. Not questioning it much further, he had moved to enter. No sooner had he set one foot into the threshold however had a whirling blur stormed past. The box in his hand rest open, pilfered and containing five fewer than before. Momentarily stunned by this phenomenon of snack dematerialization, he’d blink a second time, only to finally register the fact that Akuseru had somehow defied all the laws of physics (particularly volume) and secured a sizable share of their breakfasts firmly within his maw. “There better still be a Konoha crème…” Damnit. I knew I should’ve bought two boxes.
Given a moment to recollect, he’d continue towards the kitchen counter with goods in hand. Setting both boxes atop the surface, the house crasher then began rummaging slowly through Akuseru’s cabinets in search of cups. In hindsight, the Chuunin had forgotten to bring disposable cups for their morning cups of joe. “Akuseru, got some mugs we can –“ His sentence was abruptly stopped however as a direct response to Anuen’s query. Wait… what? Isn’t that just a bagel? This single line of thought predominated the man’s expression, appearing as a culmination of confusion, skepticism and disbelief all reaching their peak simultaneously. Despite his preparations, it was obvious he hadn’t expected the request.
Face suspended by shock, he’d slowly shake it off, reverting back to his usual appearance. “As a matter of fact… yeah. There should be one. I got it just to be safe… but I didn’t think anyone would actually eat that shit.” Reaching into the box with a spare napkin, he’d pluck Anuen’s prize from the container and place it atop a small plate he had found during his prior search. “All yours… weird ass.” Passing the plate to his companion, he’d mutter the latter portion quietly to himself before making his own selection.
Sighing once rather heavily, he’d stop browsing the box to look up at his team mates. “Correction. I told Akuseru I wanted to come by to check up on the sprout. He chose to get our asses up at the crack of dawn and invited you specifically Anuen.” With the confusion settled, the lad promptly placed a doughnut with cherry filling into his mouth. In each hand rest another doughnut, one with Konoha crème (its favorite of course - after all who doesn't love the taste of sadness and wage slaves?), the other a plain powdered. Sitting himself beside Anuen on the opposite end of the sofa, he’d prop his feet up on the nearby surroundings while looking around casually. Mouth full of sweets as he’d speak, a very serious question, one ill befitting of his pronunciation, was brought up. “Sho, whar’s te spout?”