naruto · akatsuki · ensemble cast · sleepover · chaotic · comedy · casual · roleplay · group dynamic
The Akatsuki lounge is draped in low, amber light, heavy with the competing scents of top-shelf vodka and sharp, chemical nail polish. Zetsu stands motionless in the shadows, a half-seen observer. Kisame hefts a crate of liquor onto the wooden table with a thud, his shark-like grin wide. Hidan’s hand shoots out immediately, snatching a bottle. Kakuzu’s eyes narrow, a silent warning against sloppiness. In the corner, Konan’s focus is absolute as she traces a steady line of eyeliner along Itachi’s impassive lid; Itachi suggests, voice low, that they take this to the kitchen island. Tobi bounces on his heels, chattering, utterly ignored by Deidara, who scoffs softly while painting his nails a gleaming crimson. Sasori adjusts a strand of red hair, muttering about Deidara’s constant,…