YOU ALL THINK YOU'RE SO FUCKING HILARIOUS DON'T YOU
Kakuzu comes in to work the next day, sullen expression already in place as he heads to the back room to put on his apron. He hasn't even noticed the addition to his counter until he re-emerges, hands busy tightening the strings of his apron as his eyes fall upon the empty countertop...
....the empty countertop was now not empty. But what the hell was THAT taking up space?!
The hell?!
He goes around to inspect it, and immediately there is silence as he realizes what the item in question is.
...
......you have got to be kidding me. No. Fuck no. I'll just use my aba--
The area in which his hand had shot out to blindly feel for the antiquated counting device was now empty. A deep and welling anger began to boil in his veins as Kakuzu clenched his fists and ground his teeth. At this rate, he was not going to have any teeth left.
As if anything could not piss him off more, a sudden vibration in his uniform pocket had him almost ripping his cellphone from his pocket in exasperation. God, this had better be important, he thought, scanning the contents of his text from...Uchiha Madara? What was this---
....'Kakuzu: Donate a sizeable amount of money to'--
And that was about all there was to it, as Kakuzu threw his cellphone across the Cafe in utter rejection of whatever the rest of the message said. Donate to charity?! Was the man mad?! He might as well have asked Kakuzu to cut off his arms and donate them to a paraplegic. Kakuzu was about as likely to do that as he was to donate money to the unfortunate.
He was shedding his apron now, face twisted into an expression of complete and utter rage as he threw it on the historical artifact that someone thought was a cash register, and the only other sound that came from his mouth was two words as he darted to the back door:
I QUIT.
....the empty countertop was now not empty. But what the hell was THAT taking up space?!
The hell?!
He goes around to inspect it, and immediately there is silence as he realizes what the item in question is.
...
......you have got to be kidding me. No. Fuck no. I'll just use my aba--
The area in which his hand had shot out to blindly feel for the antiquated counting device was now empty. A deep and welling anger began to boil in his veins as Kakuzu clenched his fists and ground his teeth. At this rate, he was not going to have any teeth left.
As if anything could not piss him off more, a sudden vibration in his uniform pocket had him almost ripping his cellphone from his pocket in exasperation. God, this had better be important, he thought, scanning the contents of his text from...Uchiha Madara? What was this---
....'Kakuzu: Donate a sizeable amount of money to'--
And that was about all there was to it, as Kakuzu threw his cellphone across the Cafe in utter rejection of whatever the rest of the message said. Donate to charity?! Was the man mad?! He might as well have asked Kakuzu to cut off his arms and donate them to a paraplegic. Kakuzu was about as likely to do that as he was to donate money to the unfortunate.
He was shedding his apron now, face twisted into an expression of complete and utter rage as he threw it on the historical artifact that someone thought was a cash register, and the only other sound that came from his mouth was two words as he darted to the back door:
I QUIT.