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Sai struggled to reach his destination. If there was a word worse than ‘struggle’, I would definitely be using it. Because he really was struggling. Both his hands, his arms even, were occupied by blank scrolls and canvases, limited jars of unique ink and paintbrushes…

Sai stood up, brushing dust off his knees. He knew he’d be meeting the blond somehow, sooner or later. He didn’t expect it like this, but hey, it’s a meeting nonetheless.

“Besides, I don’t see why my… size matters to you.” Were the words Sai heard after actually paying attention to Naruto. He was taken aback by this statement.

“Naruto-kun, of course it matters. I read in a book that the size of one male’s genitals improves the possibility of attaining the opposite gender. Or the same sex. Whichever matters to you.” With that reply, Sai tilted his head slightly to the right to feign innocence. And he was. It was the book that showed him the ropes, the tricks and the rules. Why should he get punished for it?

Ignoring the blonde’s wails from his own remark, he stared trying to pick up his paintbrushes. This proved to be useless as there is no way he was able to carry it back in his arms again. Maybe asking Naruto to “hang out” with him – as people would call it – is a better way to spend his time for today. Besides, he had a few questions to ask Naruto.

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Sai struggled to reach his destination. If there was a word worse than ‘struggle’, I would definitely be using it. Because he really was struggling. Both his hands, his arms even, were occupied by blank scrolls and canvases, limited jars of unique ink and paintbrushes with sizes from miniscule to so-big-it’s-impossible-to-carry-with-two-fingers.

What was worse was that his line of sight was disappearing. He caught glimpses of where people were and tried his damn best to avoid them (due to the sole fact that he isn’t bothered to pick them up again) before swiftly dodging with decreasing speed.

But the worst happened and before the artist knew it, his arms were following the collapsing brushes, scrolls and jars to the floor. It was a simple mistake, yet still very annoying. Some idiot probably decided to stand in Sai’s way on purpose.

The said brunet blew out a quiet sigh before kneeling to the ground and watching his motionless art tools on the floor. Words entered his ears but he paid no attention to that. What he was worried about was how he would be able to carry his things back up again.

He straightened his back, knees still attached to the floor and realised that he was met with a lower part of the body very familiar to his memory. Especially the crotch area. That area, Sai knew very well.

“Dickless.” Sai stated, his face tilting upwards and his eyes folding in a silly glee. “I thought you would have grown.”

All this art is making me feel exhausted. And hot. Maybe I should… take my trousers off too.. *thinks*

Anonymous:Truth... then what did you mean when you called Ino beautiful?

I was simply trying to be friends with her, Anon-san. It was a nickname…

Anonymous:Truth or dare?

Oh? A game?

Truth, Anon-san! *smiles*

The more I think about sexual, the more it sounds unfamiliar, dear Anon. It is said that it’s a physical attraction between two individuals. I…

*looks intentently on a certain book* I think I will have to look into it with further detail. Maybe I will ask Kakashi-sensei.