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[ura_no_ura]

[ Well, it seems he's got the basics down.

This isn't the afterlife, even if Kakashi's not entirely sure if he's actually still alive. And the wings don't do anything other than serve a mostly ornamental purpose. Which, in his book, means that they're completely useless and have about as much function as a second belly-button or a third nipple. Either way, they're itchy and uncomfortable and he had to cut holes in his flak vest so they weren't crushed against his body. A flak vest that was kindly delivered to him by his sensei, along with the rest of his gear. (He's only too relieved that it wasn't Naruto or Sakura or someone else who came across him when he was still in that relative state of undress -- what, without the mask and all.)

So here he is, fully dressed, with his journal-cum-communication device in his hand, flipped on. He supposes he should say hello this way since it would be easier to do this than to hunt down every shinobi of Konoha individually. It probably would also be useful for him to introduce himself to the rest of the network as well.

He's sitting on a tree stump while Minato goes off to do something IDEK ok and has his signature I Am Bored expression on his face. Or rather, lack of expression.

The edges of his wings, silver and tipped in black, flutter slightly. ]

Ah, is this thing on?

[ He brings the camera a little closer then, to make sure it's properly capturing him. Once he's sure, he raises a hand in something of a wave.

This is starting to feel like some sort of speed dating thing, minus the actual person sitting in front of him. Not that he's ever actually done speed dating, but he assumes that's how it'd work. ]

Yo. My name is Hatake Kakashi. I'm a shinobi by trade.

[ What does one say in introductions? Likes, dislikes, dreams, and hobbies? Ah, he supposes he can do that. ]

I'm not the kind of guy who talks about his likes and dislikes... My dreams are...hmm.... [ a beat ] none of your business. And I have many hobbies. None of which I want to tell you.

[ Another beat. ]

Any questions?

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[lastsmoke]

[ Asuma feels you, there, and is very grateful he doesn't have to worry about that kind of thing. Sure, there's more youthful energy on his floor than necessary, but he doesn't have to worry about being woken up at odd hours. ]

Yeah. There's a bar in town, actually.

[ura_no_ura]

Mm, I was thinking about just sharing a good bottle of Scotch, if we can get our hands on one. Somewhere quiet, you know.

[ After all, this way he doesn't have to worry about the whole... wearing a mask thing. ]

[lastsmoke]

Alright, I'll stop and pick something up. We can meet up and head out somewhere later. [ A beat. ] The rivers are usually pretty quiet by then, actually.

[ No one should stumble upon him mask-less, anyway. ]

[ura_no_ura]

A river, hmm? That sounds like a good place to relax and have a drink... [ And catch up, he doesn't say, but it's obviously implied. ] I'm staying at Minato-sensei's place for the next little while, so stop by when you get a chance.

[lastsmoke]

As troublesome as this place can be, I don't think I've ever had trouble finding a place to relax. [ It was definitely one of Luceti's redeeming qualities. ] Ah, but I'll be sure to stop by.

[ura_no_ura]

I'll look forward to it.

[lastsmoke]

[ A few hours later, and a bottle of the best scotch he could find in hand, Asuma heads to meet up with Kakashi, raising his free hand in greeting when he spots the other ninja. ]

I'm not too late to the party, am I?

[ura_no_ura]

[ Kakashi'd spent his time learning more about Luceti, talking with people on his journal, and exploring his nearest surroundings -- he'll need to get a better map or make one himself -- while waiting for Asuma. They hadn't set a time, not really, so Kakashi'd just kept himself busy until Asuma arrived.

It just so happens to be that he was outside when his old friend decided to turn up.

The sun had just set, leaving the sky an inky blue. And Asuma... well, Asuma looks the same as Kakashi remembers.

They never did get to say goodbye.

Maybe now, they won't have to. ]

Maa, it isn't a party without you.

[ The line is lightly delivered, even as Kakashi's eye softens considerably as he rises from the tree stump he was sitting on with his journal, pocketing the book in his utility pouch, walking over to greet Asuma. He raises a hand, curling it around Asuma's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. ]

It's good to see you.

[ It comes out softer than he meant. ]