Sannin antics
Nov. 16th, 2003 04:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Tsunade was yelling again. Nothing new, there. Jiraiya doodled away—a particularly fine looking thing he’d seen on the way to lunch (what Tsunade was yelling about actually and jeez, all he’d done was /whistled/), and he was really liking how it was turning out--then Tsunade’s voice hit a particularly shrill note, and that was when Jiraiya knew he was probably about to be punted again. He sighed, braced himself, set the pencil down, and made the mistake that would haunt him for the rest of his life. He looked up.
Good god, he thought the second before he went airborne, when the hell did she get /those/?
And when Jiraiya finally got himself out of the tree he’d landed in, he decided that maybe he’d be a little nicer to Tsunade from then on. Even if she was still a spoiled brat, and bitch, and a violent one at that--she did have some redeeming qualities. Like…Well, he could count at least two. Jiraiya picked up his sketchbook, wiped some of his blood off of the cover, and went home with a headache, but inspired. Oh was he ever inspired.
...because really, who doesn't love Jiraiya? And he so had a sketchbook devoted to naked Tsunade. That obviously she never found since he, I don't know, survived into adulthood.
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Date: 2003-11-16 11:34 pm (UTC)Heeeee. ^___^
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