Lethargic bees fly out of his cup, he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he proceeds to take another sip. (welcome to hell kakashi)
Kakashi stared, and his lone gray eye widened with each new increment of madness that ebbed from the stranger before him. Why? Why did these things always happen to him?
Noticing the white haired shinobi the radio host looked up, raising an eyebrow. He still didn’t seem to notice the bee which had been lazily floating about before falling onto the table.
Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?
“Hm….well, learn how to read Runes— or understand Russian. Which seems to be a popular language these days.”
Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?
“As a reporter, it is my duty to the people to find as much information as possible for my stories. That being said, I get all of my information from professional sources.”
Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?
“I would have to say made for me, seeing as how the last time I tried to make something from scratch it promptly burst into flames and began screaming and writhing for a full six hours.”
Mouth: How often do you lie?
“There is no such thing as a lie, only modified truths. And in the end is there really such a thing as truth? What if everything we know and hold dear is actually a lie?”
"______ loves you, I wouldn't worry."
"Are you jealous?"
"He/She needs to back off of you."
"I am not jealous."
"I think I'll just leave you two to yourselves."
"I'm going to meet _______ for lunch, then we'll spend time together."
"I'm jealous."
"If I were you, I'd be jealous."
"Shhh, I only have eyes for you."
"Somebody's jealous."
"This is your ex, of course I'm sort of jealous."
"We haven't spent that much time together."
"You have no reason to be jealous."
"You two have been spending a lot of time together."
"You're cute when you're jealous."
"You're mine."