I fuckin' hate it when fate decides to intervene and shove its big-ass nose into my fucked up life. Like what happened already en't enough. It's got a really sick humor, really.
Met Temari. 'pparently, we're both screwed in our own ways an' it en't pretty.
A baby. I surprised Temari's takin' it pretty well. Me on the other hand, the thought of a nephew is just unreal.
But if I find out who the hell knocked her up, I'll shove a fuckin' bottle of acid down his throat.
Anko. Baby.
Think it's possible fer you t'come t'Celo?