'Oh Kami ' '

Orochimaru ignored Cherry 's sighs and simply put on his flak vest again. He usually didn 't resort to such tactics. They were far more befitting his former teammate Jiraiya. He also hated the sweat that lingered afterward on his skin.

'Noooowww, Cherry, talk, ' the sannin glanced back at the man sprawled on the bed. Pink hair was scattered on the white pillow like a halo. Orochimaru proceeded to tie his headband back to its rightful place on his forehead.

Then he took the picture that was placed the right side down on the nearby bedside table. It was securely tucked in his pocket again. Orochimaru leaned closer to Cherry as the man only stared and didn 't speak.

'Oh, did I overdid it? ' he chuckled, raising one elegant eyebrow.

'I swear, ' Cherry sighed, 'You are not a regular shinobi, are you? Kami ' that was ' ahhh ' I think I 'll have to pay

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