I gave her my Zetsu. That should buy me just enough time to run away. DDD:

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...you just go on deluding yourself like that.

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Only if I'm allowed to come crying to you later so you can say you told me so.

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You can, just because half your icons made me lol ;o;


Poor guv.

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I'll work on the other half. :D

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9t44hur NO, THEY'RE FINE, WHAT, DON'T / slap

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BREATHE FOR THE LOVE OF KITTENS.

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SO ALL DOG PERSONS ARE DOOMED TO HYPERVENTILATE?

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DOG PERSONS MIGHT ALSO LIKE KITTENS. USE YOUR BRAIN NOODLE.

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N. EVERYONE KNOWS DOG PERSONS DISLIKE KITTENS AND EAT BABIES. IT'S FACT.






/ done trolling, sob

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What. She did. It's like trading her soul.

I told you her Zetsu was my Madara's bitch in a past life. :|

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The delusion comes in where I read "bitch" as "beloved pet and bff." :D

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And that is exactly what he was. ♥

When he was in the same room as Madara, of course.

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D'aw.

He left good presents, at least.

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Mm. I'd like to think if the comm hadn't died Madara would have given him Sasuke's comatose body as a gift for waiting so long for his next meal.

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Sometimes you remind me why I am your bitch. Now is one of those times.

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The solidarity of the room was rather lonesome. Madara wasn't a man that was offended by the thought of loneliness or even that not that all was said and done there was a lacking... nuisance that simply wasn't there anymore. Things were quiet now. Calm and rested and after a while he could settle back into the routine of everyday life. A shooting here, a little maiming there. This was a hobby. This was life.

Even so, it had been fun while it lasted. He enjoyed Sasuke's pitiless bickering. How the cute scoundrel never gave up. So much like his mother. Pitiful. Disgusting creature. Always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Perhaps Madara had given Sasuke one to many a bone. Everyone knows that saying about dogs...

He shifted in his office chair, legs folding over one another as Zetsu stay crouched underneath them, oblivious to the world. He glanced down, smirking lazily to himself. That saying was completely wrong. So utterly twisted.

Because right here and right now the only everlasting moral of the story was: Give a dog a bone, then let the help eat the dog.

And his nephews femur had quite a lot of meat left, too. Maybe if he'd exercised the muscle he could have run away from the gunshot or been smart enough to keep running the moment Madara came into the picture. But we can't all be geniuses... or cannibals. Again as the tired mood of the day Madara closed his eyes and listened to the happy hum of his cohort as he nibbled away, laughing to himself. How so much trouble could have been avoided...

If he just had a bigger appetite.

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I do?

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. . .

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That's what we like to call the greater good. :D

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It was with the best of intentions.

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...........but the rule is, no one ever takes what you say seriously.

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No, that's really just a Ruxi thing.

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Ooooooh...

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ilu anyway

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