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Minato Namikaze, Part 10
Third Person:
Minato was not having a good day. He got asked for his ID twice on his way to his work area, and it almost made him late. Then his coworkers had him running all over the building because he was the new guy. And they all thought he was a stupid kid, even though he was likely more than a decade older than some of them. His coffee had gone cold, and his orange soda had gotten warm. And twice now props had fallen on his head. ...At least they weren't those kinds of props. But part of him was just waiting for a used condom to somehow fly out of nowhere and smack him in the face. He'd been misdirected and walked in on sets that were filming three times now, and promptly ran out whilst several curses and threats followed him out the door. Well, at least he hadn't walked in on a scene featuring Naruto. That would have caused him to make a mess of the projectile vomiting sort, and he figured that nobody involved would be too happy with that.


Oh, and the day was only half over.


He knew he probably looked ridiculous, walking down the hall with his cheeks full of sandwich like a chipmunk's. But he'd been told the cafeteria was on the wrong floor three times before he just went looking for himself. And now his lunch break was almost over and he was not going to work on an empty stomach. And he really didn't want his food near the sets. So...time to scarf as he walked and hope he didn't trip and choke. ...Then again, with how his day was going...


He sighed and slumped against the nearest corner, finally finishing chewing that mouthful and going for the next. But...oh, hello there. If he leaned just a little more in thiiiiiiis direction, he could still see the person that had just quickly walked by. And the delightful posterior attached to said person that not even a conservatively cut suit could deny the existence of. Now, he wasn't a peeping tom or anything, but...hey, he was still a healthy, youn- healthy male. It was a touch hard to tell from the back, especially with the longer hair, but those looked more like guy shoes, so... And if he(she?) was wearing a business suit, he(...she?) likely wasn't too young or an actor(...actre-? nah, that's a guy walk). Hmm...maybe that was a sign that his day was looking up. He would likely already be a few minutes late heading back and he could easily blame it on getting lost with all the lousy directions they gave(it wasn't really lying, since it was those directions that had him scrambling in the first place), so perhaps he should go try to chat up Business Suit there.


However, before he could more than think to do so, the angle he was leaning at to see around the corner sent him flailing as he fell over sideways - and right into a young woman. Apologizing profusely, he gingerly helped her up and re-gathered her belongings. He was worried that his bad-first-day-luck had now affected someone else, but luckily she was uninjured. And responding a little too well to his self-deprecating smile and solicitous queries. He had to shake his head and chuckle quietly as she walked away with a little more bounce in her step and an attempt to sway her hips that proved beyond any doubt that she definitely worked on the office side of this business. ...Wait, walking away...SHIT!


He spun around, but alas. Business Suit and his beatific buttocks were nowhere to be seen. He muttered an aggravated swear under his breath and kicked at the nearest object on the floor. ...Which he then noticed was the other half of his sandwich. Lovely.


Scrubbing a hand over his face and taking a few calming breaths, he turned and marched back to the set he was told to report to after lunch. After work, he was making himself a nice, big steak with a glass of red wine. And eating it while soaking in a hot bath. And heaven help the poor soul who should think to disturb him.