tampered | Log: ongoing

When; 3 p.m. August 16
Rating; Depends on what happens
Characters; Open
Summary; Tea Party at Kabuto's
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Kabuto frowned down at himself for the hundredth time. For some reason his shirt was missing, all of his shirts were missing. Why it happened today, he didn't know, but he was going to try and not let it interfere.

He had spent most of the previous day, and all of that morning preparing for having guests over. He had made cakes, cookies, pies, dango, sandwiches and all sorts of snacks, as well as prepared the tea (also picked up the milk and orange juice). Once everything was ready to his liking, he had started moving the food to the balcony, having set up a table and chairs out there.

Honestly, Kabuto had no idea how many people would be showing up, this could end up being a small event. Even so, he had done what he could to make sure there was enough for those he knew would be arriving shortly, and whoever else might be showing up.

He examined his handy work one last time; satisfied with what he saw, he returned to the inside of his apartment, waiting for guests to arrive.

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Kabuto pulled open the door a few seconds after hearing the knock, only to be greeted with the tail end of some comment Tayuya was throwing at Kimimaro. "Hello," He smiled pleasantly at the two of them, "please come in."

Kabuto stepped aside and held open the door; lowering his voice as the two of them passed so only they would hear him, "Don't harass my roommates."

Tayuya threw her hair back over her shoulder with a rather unladylike snort. "Good afternoon." She grit out. She figured she'd let Kimimaro tell Kabuto they'd moved in down the hall. Later.

She heard his voice as they passed by him into the apartment, ignoring it. Well, she wasn't ignoring it, she had survival instincts, but she acted as if she heard nothing. She instead made sure to keep checking on those tunic flaps every thirty seconds.

Kimimaro walked past Kabuto with a simple inclination of the head. "Kabuto-sensei. I see you are... well." It looked like he wouldn't be the only one walking around in... unconventional attire.

He also made sure Tayuya saw the look back he gave to reinforce Kabuto's aside, despite her constant looking down. I have not the time nor leisure to deal with your tomfoolery today. "... Ah. Have we arrived early?"

"Not really, you are just the first to arrive. I'm sure others won't be too far behind." Kabuto closed the door again behind them. "Tea will be served out on the balcony." He gestured to the glass doors on the opposite wall.

"Before that, let me reintroduce you to one of my roommates, this is Shizune san." Said roommate was probably feeling a lot more dressed in the presence of pantless Tayuya, whom he would have never guessed to be so easily embarrassed.

Shizune, to be perfectly frank, was not pleased to see either Tayuya nor Kimimaro. But she put on the biggest smile she could offer, a faint twitch in the corner of her mouth, and turned to greet them. If this turned into some sort of truce negotiation she needed to have been cordial.

"Tayuya... Kimimaro..." She nodded her head to each. "We've never met, but I've heard a lot about you."

... He was starting to see, perhaps, why Kabuto-sensei had organized a tea-party of all things--the doctor was eminently fond of entertainment of certain varieties, and the half-nerved smile on Shizune's face fitted neatly into one of them. Then again, the Sound had to have something in common with one another.

Politeness covering menace like a cloak where he'd been glaring at his subordinate a moment ago, Kimimaro sank into a slight bow, curving a quelling hand on the snake at his neck. "Please to make your acquaintance. I've heard much made of your abilities in medical ninjutsu." Frankly, if she weren't in the entourage of one of the sannin, he'd never have given her a second glance.

Tayuya watched Kimimaro fake that ugh, godforsaken polite bow and she rolled her eyes under the cover of moving a strand of hair. She waited till Kimimaro was done pretending to be nice before she said anything.

"I'm sure you have." She said, one hand on her hip and the other fiddling idly with her flute. "I won't say it's nice to meet you. It's not. But since we're not here to kill each other, hello."

Shizune bowed a bit in return to Kimimaro, her eyes watching the snake that brought her mind back to Orochimaru. At least he wasn't here. She nodded to Tayuya. She actually preffered the honesty in that statement to the malice veiled beneath Kimimaro.

She heard the knock at the door and seized it. "Kabuto, I'm sure, will see that you're served. I'll get the door."

Kabuto nodded to Shizune, as she went to get the door, obviously not liking being in the company of so many Otogakure ninja. "Like I said, tea will be served out on the balcony, you can come with me if you'd like to choose a seat."

"Got orange juice?" Tayuya immediately asked. She hadn't had a glass in a long time, and she'd never liked tea. Too calm of a drink for her.

"Of course. In the blue pitcher, also there is milk in the other." Kabuto pointed out the two pitchers, also sitting next to them were some glasses for the alternate beverages. "The tea is green tea if either of you decide you want any."

Kimimaro had already made a discreet beeline for the milk; now he turned from where he was holding the pitcher over a half-full glass and tilted his head, a glittering reptile gaze paralleling his own. "Thank you, sensei... Will you be wanting anything?"

"I'll stick with the orange juice." Tayuya muttered, walking over and pouring herself a glass. She raised an eyebrow at the snake on Kimimaro. Weirdo. On instinct, she sniffed the glass for hints of poison. Sensing nothing, she downed the glass.

"I'll be drinking tea for now, until I feel like a change. But help youself to anything you want, there should be more than enough of everything to go around."

Kabuto, sure that the guests knew the situation as far as it went so far, excued himself. "I'm going to see who the new arrival is."

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