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{eat drink man woman}

Morning after the Festival, I find myself in a foreign bed, hotel from the looks of it and with a massive hangover. Not only that, but I have absolutely no shred of clothing left on me, save for the hair trinkets that were placed in there in the beginning of the night.


If Konoha doesn't want to experience a village-wide man-hunt for the peron who's responsible for this, I suggest anyone who has information to speak. NOW.

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I, uh---I did, but I didn't? I took you to the hotel because you were---you know---you'd had enough alcohol I thought and I didn't want anything bad to happen so I took you---carried you, actually, but I don't think that matters---but you were CLOTHED when I left you and I---I swear---I swear I didn't do anything of the sort!

Please don't kill anyone.
And from the laws of gravity, we all know that clothes don't fall off a human body by themselves.

I appreciate the thought, Akimichi, but I can't make any promises.
Maybe you took them off yourself? You were. Uh. Starting to when I left. Which is why I left. Uh.

Sigh.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

If you got laid, I'm gonna cry laugh.
Go ahead, laugh.

I'm sure that's what you'd like to be remembered for in the textbooks of Suna before you suddenly "dissappear".

Mind explaining why the hell you decided to stop whining and suddenly come to the Festival?
I aim to. HEARTILY.

Long story short, we ran outta booze at home. So I came here. Really.
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I...

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wow.
No, Gaara, not "wow".

But how the hell this all happened.
*snerk* uh huh. Yes, I do wonder how it happened.
its me [hello]

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