"GOOOOOD MORNING boys 'n girls! How is everyone on this wonderful day?" A man wearing an orange swirly mask cried out, bouncing into the studio with a flourish, his dark black cloak patterned with various crimson clouds billowing out behind him. He was clutching a paper bag that suspiciously looked as though it contained a beer bottle.

"Oh good Gods..." Behind him and similarly dressed, was Hidan, clutching his head with a hand and groaning. "I swear to whatever Gods out there, if you scream one. more. time..."

Hidan was hungover. Badly. And it wasn't helping that his roommate decides to go all Tobi on him this particular morning. He supposed it was his fault for getting drunk last night and accidentally throwing up all over said roommate's clothes, but seriously, what's the big deal? He'd already said he'd pay for the laundering fees when he woke up in the morning!

Pretending not to hear the religionist's words, Madara continued brightly, through gritted teeth. "Isn't the weather just LOVELY?"

Hidan moaned.