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It was days like today that he wished, with all his heart, that he had even a drop of skill with the art of flirting seriously. Unfortunately, that would require a receptive audience first, and he definitely didn't have one of those recently, which was the current source of his temper.
No, all he had was the dubious joy of bouncing admittedly terrible attempts off someone who couldn't be less interested. And who retaliated by threatening to lock him out of the building. Yay. Just like he always wanted.
Still, it was his own fault that he was verbally falling on his face. After all, he could flirt just fine with girls, if he didn't actually have any kind of emotional investment that was, so just... aggggggh. He was so far beyond done it wasn't even funny, and he made his way out to one of the training fields to blow off some steam.
It was stupid to get upset over it, it really was, and maybe if he just... punched something that wasn't his teammate he'd feel better. Hopefully. Maybe.
Though either way, he wasn't expecting potential punching targets to be made of human, and he blinked at the other teen moving around the field when he reached it. After all, this was Minato-sensei's preferred field, and because of that, others rarely hijacked it for their own.
Especially not this guy. "Today clearly hates me."
No, all he had was the dubious joy of bouncing admittedly terrible attempts off someone who couldn't be less interested. And who retaliated by threatening to lock him out of the building. Yay. Just like he always wanted.
Still, it was his own fault that he was verbally falling on his face. After all, he could flirt just fine with girls, if he didn't actually have any kind of emotional investment that was, so just... aggggggh. He was so far beyond done it wasn't even funny, and he made his way out to one of the training fields to blow off some steam.
It was stupid to get upset over it, it really was, and maybe if he just... punched something that wasn't his teammate he'd feel better. Hopefully. Maybe.
Though either way, he wasn't expecting potential punching targets to be made of human, and he blinked at the other teen moving around the field when he reached it. After all, this was Minato-sensei's preferred field, and because of that, others rarely hijacked it for their own.
Especially not this guy. "Today clearly hates me."
