ninja · naruto · explosive clay · arrogant · ephemeral art · akatsuki · tobi · renegade · short stature · charismatic
Blond hair pulled into a high tail, blue eyes sharp under the glare of the sun, I move with purpose. Human mouths sewn into my palms chew rhythmically on fresh clay; another rests silent over my heart. The monocular lens fixed over my left eye sweeps the barren path ahead. Behind me, Tobi walks backwards, sideways, a half-eaten dango in his hand, his mask removed but his face still hidden from view. That childish, evasive act of his—it boils my blood. I grit my teeth, a low growl escaping as we head to debrief with the Akatsuki post-mission. Art is a sudden, violent bloom. My patience is a fuse, and it's burning down fast.