Shinobi Chillen

What to do,what to do?

Those were the thoughts that were going through Kiyo's mind as he stared at the high ceiling of the shinobi lounge. The young Uchiha was having a really off day. For some reason he just couldn't find an activity that interested him long enough to stick to it. He had hoped that coming to the shinobi lounge would help him with his problem. All of the shinobi realm's ninja gathered in one place would usually catch ones attention easily, but not even listening to the not so private conversations of others moved him.

Sitting down in the chair that he had now found as his favorite spot in the room, he continued to stare at the one spot on the ceiling that he had found a couple of minutes before. If something didn't happen soon, he would freak.

The back of Azien's neck was prickling, a sense of unbearable frustration was seething through his body like some lived serpent. The actual term was 'Someone Stepping on your Grave?' But no one in the room was appearing to have any impulse or inclination to stop by and ask what was the problem that was clearly bothering the Young Ninja. But that might have been sensible objective to have in mind, Azien wasn't entirely sure that he would be able to stop himself from ripping their Frontal Cortex from their brain and turning it into and Ice-Cube. Perhaps get a grinder and make jelly from their liver, spleen and lungs on the side.
Finally finding the lack of will to move he stomped forward his face looking like a lightning struck chook.
Throwing himself bodily into a seat he looked at the only other occupant of his table. It looked like it was a fellow Ninja who was also....what could be the best way to describe it? Bored to the end of your life? It seemed that he was also in this way yet perhaps not as badly as Azien. Looking over the table he was preparing to stare daggers at the boy. Perhaps they would fight? Azien doubted it, but they might have a good time glaring at each other before ordering drinks.