"I saw you change it. I’m not that easy to cheat! Now, if you’d said it was THREE busty topless girls, I might’ve checked it out. But two? What’s the fun in that anyway--"
"I hate you, Jiraiya."
"And what’s the score now? Zero to four, five? Be honest, now!"
"I really hate you…Six."
"Already? Huh. You sure suck at this game, Tsunade."
"Oh. SHUT UP."
It sounded like she was winding her fist back. Orochimaru sighed and stopped walking. A moment later, Jiraiya came sailing over his head, landing with a heavy THWUMPH at his feet.
"Ow," the other genin groaned in a twitching heap.
Orochimaru peered down at him. "Are you all right?" Tsunade’s arm was getting better. Those two had fallen at least fifteen paces behind when they’d started to get restless.
"M’fine," Jiraiya mumbled, pulling himself up and spitting out a mouthful of dirt. "Why wouldn’t I be?"
"You don’t look fine."
Jiraiya glared. One of his eyes was already starting to swell. "Who asked YOU."
His teammate gave him a flat stare. "You just did."
"Well I…." Jiraiya began, flushed. "Bastard."
Orochimaru stepped around him. He'd let Tsunade handle it afterall.
"Sarutobi-sensei," he murmured, quickening his steps to catch up to their teacher, who’d stopped by the curb when Jiraiya had made impact. "How long is it until the next town….?"
"…Outta my way." Ground out a voice behind them.
The was a loud crunch.
"Agggh--That was my /hand/!"
"Your fault for lying in the road."
"Didn’t ask for you to punch me, you crazy bitch-"
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Sarutobi-sensei smiled, tiredly. It seemed like it took him a great effort to keep himself from rubbing his forehead and acknowledging the existence of a bad headache. "It’s three hours at a brisk pace," he admitted, after a pause in which it sounded as though Tsunade had gotten Jiraiya into a headlock and was wringing him for all he was worth.
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Date: 2003-08-23 09:12 am (UTC)"That was paper."
"No it was rock!"
"I saw you change it. I’m not that easy to cheat! Now, if you’d said it was THREE busty topless girls, I might’ve checked it out. But two? What’s the fun in that anyway--"
"I hate you, Jiraiya."
"And what’s the score now? Zero to four, five? Be honest, now!"
"I really hate you…Six."
"Already? Huh. You sure suck at this game, Tsunade."
"Oh. SHUT UP."
It sounded like she was winding her fist back. Orochimaru sighed and stopped walking. A moment later, Jiraiya came sailing over his head, landing with a heavy THWUMPH at his feet.
"Ow," the other genin groaned in a twitching heap.
Orochimaru peered down at him. "Are you all right?" Tsunade’s arm was getting better. Those two had fallen at least fifteen paces behind when they’d started to get restless.
"M’fine," Jiraiya mumbled, pulling himself up and spitting out a mouthful of dirt. "Why wouldn’t I be?"
"You don’t look fine."
Jiraiya glared. One of his eyes was already starting to swell. "Who asked YOU."
His teammate gave him a flat stare. "You just did."
"Well I…." Jiraiya began, flushed. "Bastard."
Orochimaru stepped around him. He'd let Tsunade handle it afterall.
"Sarutobi-sensei," he murmured, quickening his steps to catch up to their teacher, who’d stopped by the curb when Jiraiya had made impact. "How long is it until the next town….?"
"…Outta my way." Ground out a voice behind them.
The was a loud crunch.
"Agggh--That was my /hand/!"
"Your fault for lying in the road."
"Didn’t ask for you to punch me, you crazy bitch-"
"WHAT WAS THAT?!"
Sarutobi-sensei smiled, tiredly. It seemed like it took him a great effort to keep himself from rubbing his forehead and acknowledging the existence of a bad headache. "It’s three hours at a brisk pace," he admitted, after a pause in which it sounded as though Tsunade had gotten Jiraiya into a headlock and was wringing him for all he was worth.
"Oh," Orochimaru said, and frowned.