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[godofame]

@oh-my-hashirama continued from here

Even when he kneeled to his level, Nagato tensed. He took a step further back away from him, eyes focused anywhere but on the man before him. The man was nothing more than a stranger to him, and perhaps if he’d never gained friends he wanted to be strong for he’d already be in tears like the crybaby Yahiko always called him. If they were going to change this land always crying, then he couldn’t cry anymore tears either. He swallowed a little nervously before glancing back to the somewhat intimidating man.

He didn’t sound like most shinobi he’d run into, many of which had only been in a danger to him and his friends... and his parents. But that mean he’d let his guard down just because he sounded nice while still seeming scary? Not at all.

“I’m...” A pause as he gathered his nerve back up, which already took enough the first time he’d spoken before. “Nagato...”

“You’re not... from here, are you?” Situations like his, after all, are so common no one normally even bats an eye on at it.

[kxmyugyxom]

@abxavterno

Yugyeom was in the kitchen putting together some sandwiches for his picnic date with Jonghyun. He put the sandwiches in baggies, then packed some chips and cut up some fresh fruit, and put in a couple bottles of water for each of them before zipping up the large cooler. He then sent a text to Jonghyun.

[text: jagiya] You ready babe? I'm heading to your place now.

[trxplehelix]

creatingxdragons

"Wyatt! Give me the controller! It's my turn!" He shouts, reaching across the couch and trying to grab the Wii remote from his brother's hands.

[bakerwith-regrets]

Miner versus baker (woodsandmines + bakerwith-regrets)

{            A shiver was felt on his back as soon as the baker had closed the door, caused by the freezing morning air. Snow was falling from the grey sky, creating a soft yet cold layer on the grass in the backyard. Nicholas slipped when he stepped on the stones, covered with ice, but quickly stood back on his feet. A cough left his mouth. According to him, nothing was worse than a cold winter day. Cold made no sense: it didn’t help baking bread nor cookies. Warmth did. The dancing flames in the ovens of the bakery were the most useful colleagues he’d ever seen - though he wouldn’t miss them if they were gone for some seconds. Minutes wouldn’t matter as well. Hours, if it was to him to decide his pauses during work. Accompanied with a mix of smells - mostly bread, apple pie and his dads cigarettes - these were the main things Nicolas’ senses absorbed, explaining why he wouldn’t matter to be outside, even if it wasn’t summer yet.

Nicholas left the garden and walked through the streets of district twelve, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jacket to prevent them from freezing. Without realizing, he made his way to the pharmacy and stared through one of the windows, hiding behind a couple of dirty pink curtains. A soft grin graced his lips when he noticed some blond curls, attached to the head of a beautiful young woman, helping her old father with arranging a couple of bottles - medicines, Nicholas guessed. Before he had the chance to walk inside, the familiar sound of rustling snow popped up behind him. As soon as he had realized the sound was caused by two feet, Nicholas turned around. His eyes narrowed as soon as he recognized the guy in front of him. Brown hair, grey eyes. Nicholas hesitated to walk away before his mouth opened to say something.         }

                                                ''What brings you so far away from the Seam, Everdeen?”