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Third person writing sample: There were bullet holes in his office wall. They were all clustered fairly close together, only one standing apart from the others; the one at the approximate height of the average adult male’s kidney, a slight stain still surrounding it. The others were higher up, just above where his head was while he was seated. Warning shot level. When he couldn’t concentrate, he tended to stare at them, one eye drifting a little lazily while the other traced patterns between the dots.

“…stupid.”

Zetsu’s left eyebrow twitched without intention, a simple facial tick he was glad he didn’t have to explain to anyone. Life was so much easier when he was by himself. Other people than himself complicated things unnecessarily.

“It’s stupid,” he caught himself repeating, nose wrinkling in disgust half a second before his entire face fell. It was stupid, after all. Sitting behind a desk staring at a pile of paperwork, unable to complete it because it was absolutely absurd and staring into space at the reminders of past failure, was idiotic. There were much better things he could be doing at the moment.

“That doesn’t matter,” came the anticipated reply, from the same mouth which had just spoken. “It’s what he asked us to do.”

Half of his face curled into a petulant frown, almost a pout… or it would have been, if his entire face had been committed to the action. Instead it was simply something of a grimace, indicative on any face of self-disappointment.

“This isn’t how it used to-- this isn’t how it will be.”

A beat of silence passed in a coil of tension.

“If you’d been paying attention,” Zetsu chided softly, reaching over to the pile of papers to lift the top one listlessly, “you’d know that he promised us dinner tonight.”

The hand that wasn’t holding up the paperwork twitched , the sort of physical tick he was glad he didn’t have to explain to anyone. Other people only asked why someone settled behind a desk always twitched like he anticipated the need to draw and fire.


Other Notes: + Zetsu is blood-type B, typically a sign of people who are wild, active and considered to be ‘doers’ by others.
+ Although there are records indicating he was born in Hokkaido and lived in Honshu, there is nothing to indicate where Zetsu was or what he was doing from ages 9 to 13. There are also no remaining records of his birthday, which he has never celebrated.
+ Coming from a security academy, Zetsu has basic grappling knowledge of quite a few forms of martial arts, both eastern and western, but has a marked preference for armed combat (knives and guns interchangeably preferred, depending on who you ask).
+ Perhaps because of his affinity to plants, Zetsu has a complicated relationship with vegetarians. The idea of killing twice as many plants in order to save animals is strange and moderately distasteful to him.
+ Zetsu has no family name. He ate it. :|

Any Questions: …why the mind control. Why. :|||