"Buy me a icee! And a hotdog! And some popcorn!" Jiraiya hollered, breaking free of Tsunade's grip and bounding over to the food area to the right of the door.
"Naruto is a bad influence on you," Tsunade scowled, following slowly. "Why don't you buy it yourself?"
But the old man was already hitting on the young woman behind the counter.
And by "hitting on", I mean, "spying on from behind a table with the family seated there all staring at him."
"Sorry," Tsunade explained to the parents shielding their children's eyes. "He hasn't had his meds yet today." She smiled sweetly, grabbing the pervert and hauling him towards the clothes section.
"Ooooohoooh," he said, "Are you taking me to try on bras with you again?"
She hit him. Hard. "You'd better not be talking about that time you snuck into the women's changing rooms near the lingerie. Because I thought I made myself very clear when I told you what would happen if you ever tried something like that again."
Jiraiya swallowed uncomfortably, thinking back to that scene in FFVII when they were threatening Don Corneo…….
Meanwhile!
Orochimaru had picked himself up from the floor, and had snuck stealthily off by himself.
"Oh, you don't want that foundation, you'd have to get some pretty dark eye-liner to make it work!" proclaimed a girl in the cosmetics aisle.
Orochimaru turned to glare at her, fairly certain that he had not solicited that kind of advice.
She took one look at him, and made up her mind: "Alright, I guess you can make it work. It's because your facial bones are so prominent." She nodded at her assessment.
He set the box of make-up back on the shelf, turning to find a quieter place to plot—I mean, shop. He wanted to find a quieter place to shop where he couldn't be disturbed or found out by his idio—um, idiosyncratic teammates.
The girl squealed. "I just LOVE your earrings! Where did you get them!"
Orochimaru spun back, looking excited himself. "Aren't they just the CUTEST! I'd DIE if I ever found anybody else with the same pair—in fact, I might just KILL them myself!" With that he dropped his creepy happy face straight into a deadpan, and walked away.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Meh, it's not as inspired this time 'round. Seriously, if anybody has any ideas, let me know. This thing has no plot.