One of my most precious snakes. Fabio Jr had constant bouts of diarrhea, was allergic to most things, and slept in my sock drawer or in my sleeve. He was his father’s son, and sadly died last June. But now Fabio the third lives on with his father’s memories.
RIP Fabio Jr
She was my beard in High School. And one of my first experiments. I broke up with her of course. Now she’s as jealous as Kabuto is after a late night training session with Sasuke.
Oh my dear, I do not fuck mothers. How revolting. And Kabuto brought it to me. Something about giving my word to the world. Dearest Sasuke taught me how to use the mouse until Fabio Jr heard and ate it, thinking it to be a real mouse.
Twice the hair, twice the sass.
Do you think you could handle that?
Boiled turtle wax, the hair off a Kazekage’s back, the milk of cat, just a pinch of my mother’s dandruff, and Kabuto’s sweat.
And a good helping of coconut oil.
I can’t blame you for…kekeke…wanting my body. But I am no prostitute. If you want a piece of me, you must give me all of you.
Oh my dear, you speak my language. Such a waste of time, such a…petty thing. Love is not tangible or even realistic. Strength is what can be relied on, knowledge is something that is real. Investing yourself in another person…kekeke. Like laying in the path of a python.