rookie season [king][c]

[BANKS]

- - - TAKEO "GO" GODAI
ROOKIE SEASON! ^{w/ Ohta}

"There's no avoiding this, homie. You're done for." The boy spoke with extreme determination as he reached towards his mid-thigh holster. His target was unaware of its imminent doom. In precise manner, Go swiftly jammed his chopsticks into the target known as champon, gorging himself on the heavenly stir-fried seafood noodle medley. His favorite dish from Totoro's Noodle Spot was what the young Genin believe to be the "meal of champions" and often times, found himself enjoying the delicacy after a successful mission. Today was just him indulging in the greatness that was Totoro's champon. "Totoro, you're the mannnnnnnnnnn~" he'd chime, leaving a tip on the counter and carrying on about the day.

Things seemed slow today; although there wasn't much commotion going through the village in the first place but it was unusually quiet. "Days like freak me out a little...." Go would murmur to himself as he made his way back towards his apartment. His parents, in celebration of his graduation, further estranged their son by kicking him out and paying rent for a shoddy apartment that Go would gladly call "home" rather than that trainwreck of a household. He didn't have many friends but there was always a few kids from his graduating class that made for good company. Down the road, another teenage boy—with a haircut that looked like what you would get if you crossed a shark fin with an ostrich—walked in the same direction, immediately catching his eye. "KAITO, YOU ROBOTIC S.O.B! IS THAT YOU!?"

[Ohta]

Kaito's day had started out exceptionally. It was time to continue finishing his puppet! He had done a large portion of the work last night, and was going to continue.

The morning passed by as a blur as he went about his day. He had cleaned up his room - essentially doing the small stuff before even thinking about touching his puppet. Clean room, clean state of mind. That was his excuse as he hadn't actually cleaned his room in like two weeks. He got to work on his puppet. A little while later, the saw had snapped. "fuuuuuuck." he batted at his own head. He would need to go out and grab a new saw.

And so that's why he was outside. He had gotten his saw from a civilian shop in the center of Kumogakure. It was a sister place of where he had ordered his Puppetry materials from and they were more than happy to fix him up. So here he was walking back to his apartment, when he heard a voice and a phrase that not many people would say to Kaito.


"Eh?" the curiosity was shown in his face as his ears. He turned around to see a familiar "Yoooohh!" his features stretched out into a grin, happy to see a fellow classmate "IT'S MY FAVORITE SPECS!"
Godai Takeo 

"Man, you're growing your hair out, eh? if you're going for that tire look, it's working real nice man." Kaito brought his hand out to fist bump his fellow Shinobi. "We both made it to Genin, huh? What're you up to, Takeo?" 

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- - - TAKEO "GO" GODAI
ROOKIE SEASON! ^{w/ Ohta}

It was nice to see mutual excitement from an old friend. They hadn't been out of the Academy for too long but it had been some time since the two had met up. "Thanks! the "I'm totally a narcissist-douchebag" fauxhawk works well for you, homie." A larger grin crept across Go's face as he swiped at Kaito's fauxhawk. Way back when they were just starting out, Kaito had been one of Takeo's favorite people to work with. Aside from being of the same tone, the two worked together charmingly. Of course, it was impossible to work with Takeo without conflict but his calm demeanor offset Takeo's short fuse for...pretty much everything. It kind of like the Yin to his Yang sometimes, despite the fact that they had only really worked together in class. His presence was enjoyable and not entirely infuriating, so Takeo saw him as a friend and bumped fists with Kaito (although, it was much harder than intended.)  "Me? I, uh, just been living. Folks moved me out the house and into a little apartment. Not that nice but better than living in that hell hole. Couple missions here and there but I still haven't really been assigned to a squad. Freelancing it, y'know?" He spoke uncomfortably, running his fingers through his twists and making every effort to avoid eye contact. It was still weird explaining why he hadn't accomplished much since graduation and why his living circumstances were so peculiar when he had a family of his own.

Looking downward, the metallic teeth of the saw glistened in the sunlight, quickly catching his eye. "A saw, huh? That's what you're up to now? Building stuff? Now that I think about it, that's up your alley. Alone, just you and all the wooden dild-I mean, creations." At first glance, it seemed weird but Kaito always seemed like the weird "Honey, I'm headed to the shack" type of guy. He kept to himself when he wanted to. "What are you building?"

[Ohta]

Kaito laughed as he ducked under Takeo's swipe. "Ah get outta here." he joked with the other Genin. As the fist bump rebounded he noted how hard the fist was. Although pretty much the same age (Kaito was younger by a few months) there was one big difference; he was among the taijutsu user and by some of the mandatory spars that you'd have in the academy you'd swear that they were all that more hard hitting.

Even way back when, Takeo had hard punches. There was a particular nasty looking bruise that spread across his shoulder - a hard punch that Kaito had blocked using his shoulder, bringing it up over his head like a turtle receeding it's head.

"Yeah yeah. I do as well! I live with another Genin, I've been by myself for a year or so now and then Rin - you know, the lone Uchiha? She's with me. Pain in the ass. Absurdly tidy." though it didn't reside with Kaito's thoughts at the time, there were three places in the house- one that could be filled and was currently being used as his puppet shed.  As he enquired towards Kaito's new item, he held it out for inspection, nodding. "Ya." he would've started explaining, but another man's treasure was another's trash. It would require a simple explaining. His stomach growled. 

"Yeah, I'm in the process of building a puppet. You wanna go to Totoro's? The food there is soo good. Grab me some Champon, know what I'm saying?"  he ignored the Takeo's playful jest, it was good that he was able to rib someone else without getting hurt (literally, figuratively or a pun?) He remembered that he didn't have his puppet with him, or any of his schematics. He was running a little short today.

"My treat?"

That was probably going to be the winning phrase. 

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