“I put Jiraiya in the hospital for two weeks with my cooking..”
斑—- • “…” Well. “Then it seems I will be doing the cooking. For now. You can do the cleaning.” He was used to the woman doing all the house things but this is Tsunade. He knows she won’t like that. After all, she can do the heavy lifting with that strength of hers.
—”Stop laughing at me already!” She shields her eyes from any light of the sort. Oh he was evil. “You should have told me about these before I even took a drink.”
— “Always best to experience it first hand.” Madara chuckles once. “I hope you don’t develop a liking to drinking like your grandfather. Though he already passed you the gambling so the drinking wouldn’t surprise me.”
—Being hungover for the first time was quite the experience. Just hopefully he didn’t tell her grandfather. That is if he hadn’t already smelled the alcohol on her. She stumbles to the door holding her head in her hands. Wincing at the light pouring in. “I’m never going to drink again…”
斑—- • When she opened the door and winced at the light, he just had to smirk, walking inside.
“I am so honored of being witness to both your drunken state last night, and the hangover today.”
[text]: hot chocolate? [text]: … [text]: okay…I guess you can get whatever you want, porcupine
斑—- • Thinks about it for a moment and then sighs, standing up and leaving to give her shoes back. He knocks on the door and waits. Damn, it’s cold outside.
—”It would mean a lot to Gramps.” In truth since Nawaki’s passing four years ago, he hadn’t been the same. The Senju mansion was far too quiet on holidays of any kind now.
斑—- • Madara crossed his arms and sighed. “I’ll consider it.” He hasn’t spent time with his friend and rival in a while.
—”Porcupine.” She mumbles under her breath her lips forming a pout. The Princess had always called him this behind his back, “Gramps is still going to try and make you celebrate. I don’t know why you insist on not spending Christmas with us.”
斑—- • “So many Senju in one place isn’t my idea of a nice Hoiday.” He ignores the mumbling, being used to it by now. "Why do you want me to spend Christmas with you?“
—”It’s nearly Christmas. Even you should be the least bit jolly.” Cupping a mug of hot chocolate in her palms amber hues darted around the library. “I want to research other jutsu. Aside from medical and my taijutsu.”
斑—- • His birthday is on Christmas eve, he remembers. "I am but your presence took the joy away.“ He smirked teasingly.
