I Do It For the Fame
Who: Naruto, Ukon
When: 1PM
Where: Cafe Diem
What: The man-date, aka, possible new friends meet up.
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for probable language.

What Ukon hated most about himself was not the fact that he was sick, he had long since (more or less) gotten over that fact. What he hated most was that he used his sickness as a crutch. He did not merely accept it, he used his illness to get what he wanted. It was 1 o'clock now and he had just departed from the offices at the university to finish registering and filling out any last minute paperwork. Apparently the postal service had made a mistake and Ukon had not received important papers he needed to turn in. Which, wonderfully, meant he had to get up and get out of the apartment before twelve. Impossible, said Sakon that morning with a chuckle before leaving for his early class.

Despite what Sakon said, and how the world may have viewed Ukon, he was stronger and more fit than he let on. Playing sick just made life easier in the eyes of those around him.

Now that all those forms were done, turned in and finished, his hand ached from signing his name over, and over, and over. Ridiculous. How hard was it to sign his name once and be done with it? Obviously he was fine with signing his life away to this school. Did they really need him to do it twenty times? Shaking his head at the memory, Ukon leaned his back against a pillar outside of the Cafe, arms crossed over his chest. As usual he was dressed in a light weight, long-sleeved shirt that buttoned up in the front. It was a casual dress shirt, really. Khaki slacks covered his legs, but black sneakers were on his feet. A bag was also slung over his shoulder filled with a folder with information, his emergency shots in case his heart felt like acting up, and some other extra items like a phone and MP3 player.

He wondered what this mysterious Naruto looked like. Ukon had no idea and worried he had just agreed to a "date" and not some friendly meet up. You never knew these days.