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[h2][color=a187be]Tetsuba Zaisette[/color][/h2]

[b][color=f7941d]Sunagakure's Military Facility - Lecture Hall [/color][/b]

[@partisan][@l0ck0n][@Savato] @Pretty much everyone in the general vicinity
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	What was this nonsense!? An entire day wasted at the festival, ruined by the red sages mind you, and then Zay was called to Sunagakure for some lousy ass meeting? The trip here didn't bode well with Zay's attitude, but it's not like he had a choice. This probably had something to do with the attack, so it wouldn't be long before they'd released him to return home, and sleep off this awful day as if it were nothing more than a fleeting nightmare.

	[i]When was that annoying feline going to shut his undignified trap?[/i] Zay pondered silently near the back of the lecture hall, half-asleep with his head comfortably resting against the table, cradled in his bare arms. For once, he was wearing his sandals, after getting into a short confrontation with one of the overseeing shinobi, wherein he was scolded for his inappropriate attire. Luckily he could sate their ever-present hunger for [i]etiquette[/i] with just his sandals. As soon as the phrase [i]'put a shirt on'[/i] came up, Zay took it upon himself to lecture the shinobi about the futility of clothing- Or something along those lines. Needless to say, he wasn't forced to put a shirt on after that. Hell, in Zay's mind, he'd planted the seeds of nudist philosophy in the minds of his fellow shinobi!.. He didn't, of course, but that wouldn't stop him from thinking otherwise.

	Yakoul's voice grated against Zay's eardrums mercilessly with every word. Damn cat. One sentence felt like an eternity, inflicted with dose after dose of [i]cat scratch[/i] fever. It didn't help that Zay couldn't bare to look at the thing without the urge to laugh his ass into an undeserved oblivion. The general looked ridiculous! Was he really as strong as people made him out to be? Best not to assume otherwise. There's no telling just how horrible his fate could've been if Zay ended up laughing at Yakoul with reckless abandon. With that in mind, he kept his face buried between both arms, attempting to cover his ears in the process, unsuccessfully. 

	Just as Zay was starting to tone out the annoying cat-thing up front, the table shook violently, and caused the silver-haired shinobi's head to slip forward and slam against the table rather abruptly. He shot up from his seat for a moment and cursed under his breath with a loud [i]grunting noise[/i], possibly attracting more attention to himself than he'd ever wanted in his life prior. Zay rubbed his forehead for a moment and turned to his left, where Setsuko, the Hyuga girl from earlier, had mistakenly slammed her weapon against the table. [i]Oh fuck,[/i] was he to be blamed for this upset as well? Before he could sit down or say anything, the girl slunk under the table without a moment's notice. Zay blinked for a moment and slowly fell back into his chair, hoping that everyone would've overlooked that [i]embarrassing mishap[/i], mostly because he didn't want to have to explain [i]standing up[/i] as Yakoul spoke the words: [color=darkorange]any of you have some bullshit to say?[/color]

	Zay craned his head around the room irritably, noticing several Shinobi from the festival sitting alongside him, until he noticed Higoho, standing against the wall [i]directly behind him[/i]. Zay glared at him briefly, before lazily resting his head against his hand. His elbow slid silently across the table as the weight of his overbearing exhaustion slowly overcame what little patience he had left. [i][color=8882be]"Of all the rotten luck,"[/color][/i] he wheezed in annoyance.