AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
Hayabusa had been silent the whole time the group had been together. Once Zabuza dropped the mental link, Hayabusa walked away from the bar and went straight to a Mall. He needed new clothes. Badly. It didn't take him to long to come back. Once he did, he was wearing a red hood, black hat, a backpack, sunglasses, and a pair of jeans. "I'm not wearing my regular clothes in a bar. I'd look like a fool. Then again, we all look like fools right now, don't we? It's like were some type of extreme cosplayers who dyed their eyes red and had a teeth transplant so we can look like vampires...."
(This may or may not be my last post for the night.)
(This may or may not be my last post for the night.)