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[explosiveblonde-blog]

{ from here! }

“shhhh--ut up! i’ve never worked with this kindve media-- i had to ask for help from these people and it was embarrassing-- like, explaining to them what i needed them to do and what not and i-- i guess it looks alright.

i think it looks fine-- i mean it’s expressive and explosive and-- okay yeah fuck you nevermind i don’t want you to come with me anymore. go by yourself, i told you not to read too much into it and you’re giving me that ugly shit eating grin--”

all the while hidan was making his way over and ignoring his quick blabbing, deidara often did this when he was flustered-- he did it obviously whenever he got in arguments, his little tick would happen like his nasally grunt he did from time to time. sometimes when he got too excited he would drool slightly and his voice would get louder but no real pitch change. he was a emotional person to sum it up so hidan putting his arm around him and telling him ‘I didn’t know you liked me that much. Then again, who doesn’t? ‘Course I’ll go with you. It’ll be better than goin’ with almost anyone else anyways. ’

he was fuming trying to pull words together and there was the obvious dust of red on his face, teeth gritting then finally his bottom lip being furiously chewed on before he blurted out.

“I DON’T LIKE YOU-- UN! YOU’RE A FRIEND-- MY FRIEND, SHUT UP--”

[bvnnyjr-blog]

{ @eldsvaida​ }

“if you’re that adamant about matching hair colors then we can--” he snorted, looking at the choices of hair dye before tilting his head back curiously. “are you sure about this? i mean-- you really don’t have too, it’s not like it’s a requirement and i think you look fine with black hair-- besides,

as high maintenance as you are-- do you really trust me to dye your hair blonde? i thought you could just use magic for that-- that is how that works right? your whole magic thing--?”

[s0undless-blog1]

@dexravity​ 

{{ ✘ 🅱🅴🆆🅰🆁🅴 🆃🅷🅴 🅳🅾🅶 ✘ }}

it wouldn't be the first time he encountered some jackass trying to steal from him, quite frankly it won't be the last either. nicolas seemed weak because of his height and aloof nature, but outer appearances are always a person's downfall. 

upon coming here, he took careful time to investigate the back alleys and study different routes, during the day and night- just incase he ever had to becareful with where he was going and who he'd end up meeting.

but in broad daylight this asshole just decided to pick pocket him, being deaf has its many perks- really, losing any one of the five senses the body will instantly work to make up for it's lack of the organ and enhance the others. 

he was already partially non human anyways, and here he was. bustling through the streets and acting out- the half twilight waited a moment. five minutes.

he would give this guy five minutes before he started his chase.

and when five minutes came he was bustling down the street, jumping from rooftop to rooftop and eventually drawing his sword, crashing down on the NPC thief infront of some strange kid. he didn't know him and nicolas was sure he didn't know that kid but he knew that the kid just witnessed him break a man's arm. seems like this thief was gonna pick his pockets too. 

oh well, can't steal anymore with broken arms. he crouched down casually as if there weren't a bunch of people just staring at him and screaming.

he patted down the guy and retrieved three wallets, his own, that kid and this thieves. he tossed the kid his wallet and took his own and the thief's.

not like he needed it anyways, as if the damage wasn't already too terrible he reared back his foot and delivered a final kick to the thief's side, he couldn't hear it but he knew that he broke some ribs just now.

[sweetsilver-blog1]

“i can’t really only run for 5 minutes...” he scrunched his nose up and put his goggles on, leaning back and while everything slowed down around him he bolted off particularly past the female accidentally knocking something out of her hands.

“sorry--!” he skidded his heels into the ground to try and stop himself, making a u-turn to hold out his hands apologetically with the object in them. “im so sorry i wasn’t trying to be a jerk--”

[sweetsilver-blog1]

“sweet dreams are made of thiissss.. who am i to disagreeeee..~ ♪”

[sweetsilver-blog1]

“so you know a place where a guy can get a quick bite? preferably like burgers, chips, soda, ooo-- maybe a milkshake- you like milkshakes? i think theyre really great especially strawberry with the cherry on top.”

[parkthis-blog1]

okay well this hasn’t happened in awhile. he stared at the keys on his fingertips, shifting in his seat and glanced around the library before he peered at the person beside him. shifting in his seat to turn to them awkwardly clearing his throat he shifted his fingers and held them by his chest.

“er, uh, could you like-- lend me a hand?” he shifted awkwardly. “i kinda uh, i guess there was like-- left over glue, and i typed too fast- well the keys are stuck, long awkward explanation to be skipped-- please like, help.”