Some advice would be good right about now... //Private. Possible chocolate milk?//

"That's the spirit, kid. Bring in the money," chuckled Jiraiya. "Bitches love money."

"Not doing it for the money or the girls. Or boys." he shrugged. "I do it because I like it. Money's never been an issue for me, you know that damned well."

"It will be, eventually. But it's good, all good," the big man stretched leisurely. "Art should always be pursued for art's sake."

"And if it fails at some point, I do have a plan B, after all." he shrugged.

"I hope it's not to get by on your good looks alone, because believe me, not all are as blessed as I at my age," Jiraiya cautioned lazily, casting a glance at his liquor cabinet and contemplating what to drink next.

"Second option's the army." he shrugged. "At the very least, I'll stay fit that way."

"Ah. Well... that'll work too. If you can deal with authorities," Jiraiya grinned. He got up to fish out a bottle of whiskey and pour himself one, still naked and visibly proud of the fact. "And take orders."

"I'm fine with it." he shrugged. "It might not look like it in most of my classes since I rarely even look at the teacher, but that's only because I know most of it already. I still pay attention proven by the fact that I can answer their questions without ever raising my gaze from, well, most often one of your lovely books." he grinned.

"I can't argue with a young man of obvious taste," smiled Jiraiya. "More to drink?" He held up the whiskey bottle. It was extremely expensive.

"Sure." he smiled and got up to lounge on the couch, obviously not caring that he was still naked, too, stretching out comfortably.

Jiraiya poured and served a healthy glass, then sat down in an armchair and took a sip from his own glass, sighing with pleasure at the taste.

"By the way, thanks. It did help a bit." a glance at him before he took a sip as well.

"Thought so," Jiraiya grinned.

"A good fuck always does, doesn't it?" he chuckled.

"Usually when I'm the one deliver-" he was interrupted by a loud rendition of Ride of the Valkyries, sounding tinnily from the next room. Immediately, a frown came to Jiraiya's face, and he quickly got up to walk towards the sound, closing the door behind him as he exited. From behind it, the sound stopped, then Jiraiya's voice, on the phone, could be heard mutedly through the door.

... And Kakashi merely gave a chuckle and took another sip.

A long discussion it was. At least ten minutes.

In that time, he eventually decided to just pick up his phone and start playing the phone edition/copy of guitar hero he'd downloaded a while ago.

Eventually, Jiraiya re-emerged, wearing boxers and carrying a suitcase. "Get dressed, kid. I gotta pack."

"Oh? Where to, if I may ask?" he asked while stretching before he started with getting the briefs on, after locating them a little ways away from the couch.

"No. You may not," said Jiraiya curtly.

A small shrug and he got his pants back on. "Okay then. I guess we'll talk more about the whole Miami thing when we get to that?" the tanktop, now.

"Yeah. I'll email you. Look. Kid. Sorry to throw you out like this, but.. something came up." Jiraiya looked troubled.

"'S okay." he shrugged. "I have a chemistry report to make, either way. It'll probably take me an hour." finally, he got the shoes on, and so, was all dressed again, putting his phone in his pocket.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'll try and make it to the US but.. I just got somewhere to be. You know how it is."