Moro slumped his way to the village gates at a crawling pace. He had demanded to part ways from the rest of the squad to make a detour before returning, partially why he was delayed. Memory blanks abound, after he and Ayumu had recollected...themselves on a random beach somewhere along the lightning country peninsula, being separated from the squad no doubt had them worried, but considering Moro absolutely needed to place his genetic material back into his noggin before he showed his ugly mug anywhere near Rin-sama, finding an apt dentist proved fairly simple without the addition of two bikini-clad, bolter wielding she-demons and the Forge.
Moro stepped up to the gates and simply called weakly, "Let me through, please." Worrying the golden-sheathed, bling-clad tooth between his thumb and palm. His voice drained of all energy, he would need to save his last bit of charm for the actual conversation with the whoever was on duty. He desperately needed to avoid being stopped here. Left with only a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, any whiff the gate guard had of the Forge would mean Moro would have 5 evil-sealing teams, a chakra bomb squad, and the hospital's resident Hitokage expert on his back, quick as a blink.
[requesting return entry]
Moro stepped up to the gates and simply called weakly, "Let me through, please." Worrying the golden-sheathed, bling-clad tooth between his thumb and palm. His voice drained of all energy, he would need to save his last bit of charm for the actual conversation with the whoever was on duty. He desperately needed to avoid being stopped here. Left with only a terrible sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, any whiff the gate guard had of the Forge would mean Moro would have 5 evil-sealing teams, a chakra bomb squad, and the hospital's resident Hitokage expert on his back, quick as a blink.
[requesting return entry]