twoeyedjounin: (Default)
The recent party had been cute, he'd definitely give the boys that, but even he could see that there was a lot of droopy people around the village. So... time to see if the villagers had another of their surprise holidays coming up any time soon, which he was going around asking about at present, talking to anyone he could get his hands on.

If he also happened to be buying a lot of things like firecrackers and colored lights of various types because of it... this too was just par for the course, right?
twoeyedjounin: (You can't be serious.)
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."
twoeyedjounin: (Mwahahahahahaha!)
Looking around didn't reveal any hints as to what just happened, and flipping on his Sharingan didn't help. His other eye was, at the moment, refusing to cooperate. Figures. It was like, the total reverse of Kakashi's issue.

Soooo obnoxiously annoying.

But, no genjutsu anyway, and he huffed, then moved forward, dressed casually like a Konoha Uchiha jounin. Spirals in some spots, uchiwa in others, and seriously. What. The. Heck.

Raising his voice, he meandered further into the village. "Oi! Any shinobi around to point me?"
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This was his kind of festival. The cold edge to everything, the sense of joy that was also a sense of danger--the masks. Oh, the masks. They were everywhere. On everyone. Under the blue lighting, with all those strange faces and hollow eyes. It was like a world full of ghosts, full of strangers. It was lovely.

His own had just a single eye, and a tangled pattern of flame that was something like one of the masks he had worn years ago. Not exactly, but close enough. He was meandering, not heading anywhere particular, watching all the other strange and hidden faces pass by.
mooneye: (snerk)
It wasn't a bad sort of place. Lots of things to do and people to see. Plenty of freedom to dart over the rooftops and down the alleys--or out of the village and into the woods and rocky wild places beyond. Obito liked Michi no Sato.

He had stopped for lunch and was eating at a table outside the restaurant, watching people walk past. The food was good. The cold breeze was nice. Ah, yes. Years and years trapped in a cave with a crazy old man and a bunch of plant monsters--it had left him really able to appreciate the little things.

[ooc: here is an AU Obito in his twenties. Got through the time with Madara, and Rin's death, but didn't go completely evil after all of it...]

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