[Oborozuki Zura]

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A Little MAyhem NEver HURT ANyONE

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Zura casually shrugged off the snubbed hug attempt, masking his slight disappointment with a nonchalant air. Typical shinobi, too cool to be bros, he thought as he internally rolled his eyes. In his mind, missing out on a Zura embrace was unthinkable – it was a rare and underappreciated opportunity. [break][break]



As Hotarubi merged with the earth, vanishing from sight, Zura adjusted the skull-shaped gas mask placing it on his face properly. Clearly out here, amidst the treacherous flora, it was a necessity. He was determined not to be blindsided again, at least to save his own hide. No way he was letting one of those blasted suicide plants get that close to him again.[break][break]



When Hotarubi reemerged, just a few meters away, suggesting they collect just a few more specimens, Zura nodded in agreement. "Gotcha.” The botanical work, which initially was a novelty, had quickly worn out its welcome, become as tedious as an academy lecture. Avoiding any potentially chastisement, he half-heartedly scanned the plants as they walked away from the suicide plants. [break][break]



He’d occasionally point out a plant that might have been on their list, his enthusiasm dwindling with each selection. As the list shrank, Zura’s attention span followed suit. He even began to point out plants they had already collected, forgetting it was he who had harvested them. The task of plant collection had lost its charm, and Zura was leaving Hotarubi to make it seem like they did a good job. [break][break]



"All these dang plants look the same now.” Zura groaned, the monotony of their task more than evident in his tone.

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[Akira]

Zura's own effort was like Hotarubi's in that it was quickly dwindling the more they caught. The 'ooh yeahs' became 'actually nos' when even Hotarubi had made the mistake of collecting items they'd already gathered and then having to release them after the work it took to get them. There were only so many plants that shared the same qualities, they'd collected the easily identifiable 'bright' plants, they'd gotten the ones that made their way to them aggressively, through the ones that exuded the gas - no less helpful due to Hotarubi's physiology and Zura's gas mask.

Zura on the bright side was like Midori and easier to get on with even for the gap in their ranks which became less of an issue. The man was doing what Hotarubi instructed and Zura was being deferent - which was all he could come to expect from those beneath him.

"Well, we're getting paid for it so we might as well."

Hotarubi groaned. The sun was starting to go down.

"Let's get a move on." and that would be their afternoon, collecting the rest of the specimens.

"You wanna play like... some dodgeball when we get back?" He'd heard that from another familiar shinobi once but had never played it himself.

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