Post by Jackstraw on Sept 11, 2010 0:26:08 GMT -5
"May as well have been." He replied loudly, busting out laughing. This kid was a riot. "I totally fucked them over though, ya know? Worked as a surgeon and totally fucked them bitches over! Ya know??"
"Yeah, I know, Isamu. Please some waving that around, it's disgusting." The boy's pigtailed sibling swatted away the pulpy mass the boy had been shoving under her nose, giving him one of her snobby book-bitch looks. He pulled away, grin undisturbed by her bullshit.
"You ain't know shit bitch. I'm gonna pimp this shit so fuckin' hard."
"It's an eyeball."
"Way to go."
Aya narrowed her eyes up at him, finally sighing and shutting the book in front of her. "Countless people have done eye transplants. Being able to harvest and transplant eyes doesn't make you special."
"Bitch."
She raised an eyebrow, then shook her head and rose from the spot she'd be studying at, about to leave.
"I've found a guy who says he can get me a Sharingan. Can anyone do that?" His words stopped his twin, which only egged on his cocky grin. "They want the eyes of the Hyuuga clan leader in return for it. Think I could do it?"
"What kind of question is that?" She scoffed, shouldering her book with an incredulous look back at him. "Of course you fucking could. Doesn't mean you should, especially not for the mediocre bloodline that got wiped out so easily."
".....bitch." He really wanted to kill that bitch sometimes. She only shrugged it off, used to it by now.
"Wait until the war hits the village itself. You can operate more easily then." She muttered, breezing out of the room in the small apartment they shared. Isamu made a face at her back, adjusting his glasses over his eyes as he looked at the eye rolling around in the dish he held. The byakugan stared back up at him, rolling as he shifted the dish about. He chuckled a little bit, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh fuckin' well~~"
Isamu, grinned wider, then clapped the totally inebriated kid on the back.
"Ya know what kid? I'm 'bout to give you an opportunity like... hic ... like I had when I was your fuckin' age. Ya know??"
"Yeah, I know, Isamu. Please some waving that around, it's disgusting." The boy's pigtailed sibling swatted away the pulpy mass the boy had been shoving under her nose, giving him one of her snobby book-bitch looks. He pulled away, grin undisturbed by her bullshit.
"You ain't know shit bitch. I'm gonna pimp this shit so fuckin' hard."
"It's an eyeball."
"Way to go."
Aya narrowed her eyes up at him, finally sighing and shutting the book in front of her. "Countless people have done eye transplants. Being able to harvest and transplant eyes doesn't make you special."
"Bitch."
She raised an eyebrow, then shook her head and rose from the spot she'd be studying at, about to leave.
"I've found a guy who says he can get me a Sharingan. Can anyone do that?" His words stopped his twin, which only egged on his cocky grin. "They want the eyes of the Hyuuga clan leader in return for it. Think I could do it?"
"What kind of question is that?" She scoffed, shouldering her book with an incredulous look back at him. "Of course you fucking could. Doesn't mean you should, especially not for the mediocre bloodline that got wiped out so easily."
".....bitch." He really wanted to kill that bitch sometimes. She only shrugged it off, used to it by now.
"Wait until the war hits the village itself. You can operate more easily then." She muttered, breezing out of the room in the small apartment they shared. Isamu made a face at her back, adjusting his glasses over his eyes as he looked at the eye rolling around in the dish he held. The byakugan stared back up at him, rolling as he shifted the dish about. He chuckled a little bit, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh fuckin' well~~"
Isamu, grinned wider, then clapped the totally inebriated kid on the back.
"Ya know what kid? I'm 'bout to give you an opportunity like... hic ... like I had when I was your fuckin' age. Ya know??"