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Also, just an update: since it seems like "roleplay etiquette" has evolved quite a lot since I was last active in the indie roleplay community at large on Tumblr, I've gone ahead and created a section of the pinned posts on my blogs to outline what roleplay etiquette preferences apply to me. Hopefully, that clears some things up! I realized that "basic roleplay etiquette" is, apparently, incredibly vague these days so I decided to take that out of my rules and be more specific.

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"It sure works for pain," he says with a sigh, taking another short drag and a deeper breath in.

Certainly, it was a break; a long overdue and much-deserved break from the burden of sore muscles and stiff joints and the twinges of facial twitching.

"Do you use it for medical stuff, too?" he asks, noticeably more relaxed as he passes it back.

Mikoto playfully wrinkles her nose at him. “I have plenty of past times one may not expect,” she told him as she watched the smoke leave from his puff. “Least is the least worrisome. Shikaku got me into this habit officially,” she added with a smile.

She took the joint back to take another drag. The ravenette tilted her head back to make rings of her smoke. She giggled. “Either way, I think it’s good to take a break from life and try to relax. This is simply the easiest way.” She took a second hit before returning the stick to Obito.

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Well, she had a point. Despite not being a shinobi any longer, he was already considered a bonafide adult at one point before—and he was almost eighteen, anyhow. Besides, she's the clan head... who would get either of them in trouble?

Sitting beside Mikoto, he carefully takes the rolled joint from her and gingerly takes a thick puff.

"I dunno," he replies, trying to contain a mouthful of white smoke as it seeps out between his lips. "Maybe because you're the clan head? I guess it's not what I'd expect."

“Of course it is allowed. I normally don’t break the law for fun.” Sometimes. Depends on what it is but that’s not what is at hand.

mikoto hummed as she took out the goods to begin rolling. “How is it irresponsible?” She asked as she glanced up at him. When done she lit the end with a little flame from her finger and took the first hit. She let the smoke out smowly then handed the joint to him.

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"Uh... is that even allowed?" Obito asks, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "I mean... if you're offering, I guess... but isn't that a little irresponsible?"

”Hey. If I roll a blunt, did you want to smoke it together?”

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we smoking nothing. we have nothing

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I literally love, love, love when I notice a bunch of other Obitos interacting with a specific muse because mentally I'm like 😍 "OMG dump all of the Obitos on them," LOL... like dumping a box of cats on someone... seriously, it's one of my favorite things. Especially where Kakashi and Deidara muses are concerned 🤭

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Already nestled, stomach-down, on the futon, Obito sighs. "No, I'm comfy right where I am... but, if you want to sleep on this one so badly, you can always join me," he deadpans.

Though it's been some time since Obito had last embarked on any mission as a member of Team Minato, he could still recall taking forever just to fall asleep while camping without one of Rin's valerian root tablets. These days, he still tossed and turned in his sleep.

He flops backwards onto his own futon, pulling off his headband in the process.

"Old people smells..." he snorts. Closes his grey eye (the sharingan was already closed). "We can switch if you want. I don't mind it"

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To the detriment of his own dust and dust mite allergies, Obito presses his face into the mattress again and takes another deep huff.

"Ah, wow... Mothballs, dust, and fabric softener, my favorite!" he says, his tone thick with sarcastic emphasis. "It's like you forget I live with my grandma... I'm used to old-person smells."

He huffs again. Why is it funny? This is what it's always been like for him. It's his normal. Some people have given him weird looks when he tracked people by smell, though.

Kakashi sits down, closing his eyes and inhales, softer than Obito before. "Yes, those are the main smells. But I can also smell mothballs, dust and... Some fabric softener."

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"Saying funny stuff and being funny are two very different things... you and your funny sensitive nose," he mutters.

Kneeling down to flop onto the spare futon, Obito plants his face into the mattress and inhales deeply. It's exaggerated, of course. When he lifts his face and turns his head toward Kakashi, he squints for a moment, in thought.

"It smells like... cedar... but, mostly, like the inside of a closet."

Not many people can say they took Kakashi completely by surprise, but Obito just managed that. He had completely misinterpreted his expression and was starting to worry that his teammate was uncomfortable, for whatever reason.

He huffs, crossing his arms to hide the sudden embarrassment, but he isn't even close to actually being mad. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean. You are the one who says the funny stuff, and I'm the tsukkomi in this relationship."

Was that a joke?

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"Nothing, it's just funny," he admits, finally laughing, the strain in his smile breaking. Perhaps that's just the excuse he needs to cover the slight blush in his cheeks. "You're funny sometimes... I was trying not to laugh..."

Kakashi is always a bit shocked when these differences happen (he had many discussions around 'what do you mean you can't smell that?' with Minato-sensei sensei), but he just shrugs and takes it at face value.

"Well, as long as it doesn't bother you..." he look at Obito, and after a moment, he scowls. "What is it?"

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I’m back now so here is Obito’s back hahahahhaha, i still have a few more finals to write but i am slowly making my way back on tumblr

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Sheepishly, Obito stands beside the futon, hands cradled in front of his chest, slowly looking back and forth as he heaves a breath in and out. Smelling nothing, however, he shrugs and shakes his head.

"No... just you, I guess," he answers, his smile strained.

He stands up, a bit awkwardly because his legs are full of pins and needles now, and opens the closet to rummage on it, until he finds the spare futon. He sniffs it, pursing his lips under the mask. It smells like it's been stored for a while, but it's too late in the day to take it out, it might end up damp from dew. So he just extends it onto the tatami in the bedroom, besides his own.

"Does this smell strong to you?"

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Team minato strikes again‼️

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just don’t leave me alone (wondering where u are) 😓

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I’ve been having a lot of impure thoughts about obito with salt and pepper hair lately 😔 so I’m here to drag you all down with me

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Obito Uchiha + Assorted Text Posts (Part 11)