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Kaito’s response wasn’t what the woman was expecting to hear. Honestly, if she had to guess how he learned it she probably would’ve guessed his father made him do it. However, with all the troubles he found himself faced with against his own clan, it was warming to know that his grandmother took the time to teach him such a beautiful skill. Smiling at the man as he laughed, Midori would take a sip of the drink she ordered as she listened on to hear Kaito explain that writing music was a hobby of his. Well that was surely surprising to Midori.
"Well y-you’re very good at it. Maybe one day you could teach me.”She’d say, shrugging her shoulders as she finished off the drink. Being around Kaito came with a sort of peace that only the man himself could bring about. There was something about their friendship that always made Midori a thousand times happier when she saw him, she couldn’t pinpoint why but it was something she began to notice more and more as time went on. And although the two were drunk at the time, it didn’t seem to be forced or a byproduct of the drinks, although it did make their time with each even better. Nevertheless, the raven haired man smiled and grinned, his cheeks growing rosier as he downed the drink and hit the bar, he had a dare for the woman.
Midori sat on the stool, briefly looking throughout the building to see what Kaito could possibly come up with. She knew how creative the man was, so her fate was in his hands so to say. The woman just hoped it wasn’t anything bizarre that could land her in lockup for a day or two. Her attention soon returned to the roguish look Kaito was giving her. Leaning onto the bar as she watched the man scan the room, his gaze then fell upon a certain area, Midori quickly followed his gaze.
A laugh escaped her lips as she smiled and lowered her head, placing her face into the palms of her hands before dragging her hands downward. She was trying her hardest to sober up for this dare, but she was already too far in.
"Oh boy.”She would mumble softly. As a child, Midori had terrible stage fright, she disliked being in front of a lot of people, and once she received the dare from Kaito, she couldn’t help but to be reminded of that. Although she had eventually grown out of that nervousness, it seemed now that since she was drunk, she embraced the thought of being on stage.
"Pfft.”The Sage would jokingly scoff at the jounin’s remark, she was far from being a chicken. A hand softly landed on Kaito’s leg as the woman hopped down from the barstool, trying to keep her balance. She would give the man one last look before beginning to walk over towards the table, her drink still in her hand, as she slowly began to walk. If Kaito were paying attention he wouldn’t notice that the woman couldn’t walk in a straight line to save her life, but somehow she managed to reach the table in one piece.
"Excuse me, pardon me. I just need to get up here for a second.”The lady would mumble as she walked between two of the guys who sat at the table. Lifting her leg up, Midori would use everything in her power to get on top of the surface, every hop was an attempt to pull herself up but with every try she could feel herself falling over to one side or the other, bumping into the ones sitting at the table, she just couldn’t find stability. However, all she needed was a little help. Setting her drink onto the table, Midori would place her hand onto the stranger’s head as she balanced herself enough to push herself upward, her leg bumping the shoulder of the other guy sitting beside him, and kicking over his drink.
"Oops, sorry.”The woman would mumble softly underneath her breath as she found her mark in the center of the table. She had probably kicked over two or three drinks, she wasn’t sure.
"Lady what the hell is your problem?”One of the men would say angrily as if he were ready to throw the lady across the room, but his words would ultimately fall on deaf ears as Midori was too drunk to care for what he had to say. Clearing her throat, the sage would take in a deep breath, finding the eyes of Kaito who sat at the bar, she would laugh before going on with the dare. The voices of the angry men at the table would be drowned out as she began to sing.
If it wasn’t clear before, then it was obvious now. Midori was by no means a singer, especially when she was drunk. Her performance would be met with boos, but Midori didn’t care. She knew she wasn’t the best singer, yet she was singing her ass off as if she were meant to be a musical artist. The woman’s voice wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t extraordinary, combine that with her drunken shenanigans of standing on the tabletops and kicking over drinks, it was clear that the audience was not entertained.
"Booo. Sit the hell down, will ya?”One of the voices would call out.
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