<div style="text-align: center"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/Naruto%20Girls%20Pics/TayuyaPunk.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Tayuya</a> &amp; <a class="link link--external" href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b242/virgo2005/Decorated%20images/10YLChrome_zps84e629e6.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Chrome Dokuro</a></u></b><br/>
タユヤ &amp; クロモ  ドクロ​</div><br/>Tayuya's focus had been too much on the newcomer that she hadn't realized Tenten was still in the lobby. The easiest way of being alerted in the end was her actually speaking to Tayuya. It made an inward groan echo in her head. Slipping a bookmark in between the pages to recall where she had paused reading, Tayuya looked up at Tenten with a slightly irked glare to her eyes.<br/><br/>"...Yes, I am. Do I<i>look</i>like I'm dressed and ready to prepare for trouble? Fuck no, okay? Last thing I did was get sent off to a damn suicide mission. And all to retrieve the Uchiha brat. It wasn't worth that. I fucking see that now so I'm taking the chance to live my life the way I want." Ugh. This had been a good reason as to why she didn't wish to be recognized. Everyone would have given her hell for who she was. And of course, their focus would be on the way she'd fucked things up for Konoha before anything else.<br/><br/>"... I'm Tayuya. I was their best genjutsu user and squared off with ... your own specialist. That lazy bastard. And I was doing pretty damn well until that blonde bitch from the Sand showed up." It was clear she was still rather pissed about that memory. But she would hold true to her words and otherwise not be the source of any conflict here.<br/><br/>"Oh. Chrome let borrow it. And it is, although kinda confusing .. probably because it's ... French-based? I think that was what she said."<br/><br/>Turning the book around, Tenten would read the following title was on the cover:<b><u>"The Hunchback of Notre Dame"</u></b>.