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"A pamphlet on relationships. Sakura gave it to me." Sai tilted his head to the side. "I don’t interact with people easily, I’ve been told, so reading this makes things a bit easier."
"An' hows i' workin' f'ye?" Hikaru raised her brow to him again, then scratched the back of her neck distractedly. "Hmmm....when ye smile, think o' somethin' tha' makes ye happy. Or tha' ye think's funny. It'll make tha' smile reach yer eyes an' be a lo' less creepy."
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Immediately, the smile slipped off Sai’s face, replaced with a sort of impassive thoughtfulness. “I read that smiling was a good way to look encouraging and friendly, and to get what you want from people,” he replied, pulling a small pamphlet out of his pocket. “Maybe I should work on it more.”
"I' only works if ye look like ye mean th'smile. I's gotta reach yer eyes. Tha' smile'd only make peopel uncomfor'able." Hikaru shifted closer to him to get a look at the pamphlet. Her brow pinching, "Wha' the hell is tha'?"
The male overheard the person just off to the right of him. That wasn’t something you’d hear someone say usually. As for the heat itself, it didn’t bother the man, even though he’s wearing dark leathery clothes. Which should be melting. “Perhaps it would be better for you if you took a swim instead….”
"Either way Oi'd be naked, mate." She didn't own a swimsuit nor did she have enough spare cash on her to buy one. And she sure as hell wasn't going to soak her underwear in lake water. So skinny dipping would definitely be the way to go for her.
"WA-PISH!"
His sand caught the hand of the person that smacked his behind. “… Why?”
She shrugged, "Ye've go' a lovely ass, sir."
"Why don’t you brush your hair?"
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"Oi really wanna go streakin'...." Hikaru muttered to herself, looking up at the sky with a squint. It was ridiculously hot and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She really wasn't built for this type of weather. She was more used to cold and rainy with clouds. Why was it so hot?
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"Why's everyone starin' a' me?" Hikaru whispered to the person nearest to her. Bright blue-green eyes looking to them before shooting glares at the people who kept looking at her oddly. She didn't realize that her biological father, Jiraiya, had quite the reputation.
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"There're people havin' sex down in tha' alleyway." Hikaru pointed down and out the window, then held up the balloons she'd filled. "Pick which one Oi throw down a' them." One was filled with bright yellow non-toxic paint while the other was filled with water. Both balloons were bright red in color.
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Sai hummed once in reply, walking in silence with her until they drew closer to the gates. She was a bit more interesting than other people, he supposed, if only because her accent was ugly. “You’re welcome,” he replied somewhat automatically, smiling pleasantly.
"Yer smile is fuckin' creepy." Hikaru stated flatly, her lack of filter once again making itself known to the world. "Looks like yer abou' t'go off on a massive killin' spree. Jus'...don' do tha' unless ye actually wan' t'smile. Cause tha' fake one is damn creepy." She bowed her head a little toward him before walking through the gates.
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Older? muse / mun Taller? muse / mun Richer? muse / mun Neater? muse / mun Nicer? muse / mun Smarter? muse / mun Funnier? muse / mun
ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:
Who is a better friend? muse / mun Who lies the most? muse / mun Who swears the most? muse/ mun Who reads more? muse / mun Who is more creative? muse / mun Who is more troubled? muse/ mun Who has better morals? muse / mun
"If you do tell me the name I might be able to help you find them. I have lived here my whole life." he shrugged trying to make himself more useful. She had his interest peaked as to who the father might be. It was when she introduced herself that he noticed a small accent to her voice. Where had he heard it before?
"Bu' Oi'm no' lookin' for him, Oi'm lookin' for the Hokage." She clarified. Hikaru had no interest in actually meeting her father. In fact, he was someone that she would gladly avoid for the rest of her life. Her thick accent coming through much to her relief. "Bu' his name's Jiraiya if ye mus' know. Who're ye?"
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"DON' FUCKIN' TOUCH ME!" Hikaru shouted out in anger as she threw the man who kept grabbing at her into the brick wall. Which cracked upon impact and he fell to the ground before running off from the enraged kunoichi. A few cuts along her arms and an angry flush smeared across her cheeks. She pulled out a pack of smokes from her back pocket and a lighter, perching it between her lips, she was about to light up when she saw someone just staring at her. "Can Oi help ye?"
"I have. I was asking more about the tattoo, though. Unless that’s one of those things that ‘crosses boundaries’ or is ‘too intimate to ask a stranger’—I wouldn’t know." His voice was almost thoughtful. "We’re almost to the gates, by the way."
"Ah, i's no' one of those things. I's jus' one of those clan tattoos." She lifted up her braids and did a full 180 turn to show him the full extent of the purple tattoo since it wrapped around her neck. Then kept walking along side him, a smile pulling at her lips at his mention of the gates. "Thanks."
