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"Kagami." A very wobbly Amari spoke to the man grinning like an idiot. "You're so pretty."

‘ I’m guessing you’ve had a good day.’

That was one of the few reasons that would make someone throw a compliment so easily, right? At any rate, he curls one of the two corners of his lips and gives to the girl a spunky grin. 

  Though, Kagami believes that Amari is pulling his leg so he doesn’t make a big deal of the situation.  

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//That’s too cute. Thank you for the fanart! ;D

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Small art trade with @devoted-uchihamother. ;)

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Headcanon questions

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

“Can I try some of that?”

Shisui’s voice comes quietly over the din of chopsticks and quiet conversation at the dinner table. He points at the small bottle of sake next to his father’s cup. One of his Academy classmates, Seijurou, had told him that his parents had given him some and that it was the nastiest stuff in existence, so he is curious about how his father can stand to drink it every night at mealtime.

“Absolutely not!” Amari interjects before Kagami can. “You’re too young for that.”

Ten minutes later, though, as Amari rises to fetch dessert from the kitchen, Kagami’s hand darts across the table to take Shisui’s cup and fling its contents into the potted plant nearby. Then he pours one finger of sake into it, enough for one sip and no more.

He winks at his son, who proceeds to have his first taste before his mother can rejoin them.

Seijurou had said that sake had been so disgusting that he had not been able to stop coughing for like a half hour afterwards, but Shisui does not understand how that could be. The stuff is delicious!

“More?” he whispers hopefully.

Kagami shakes his head. “When you graduate. Deal?”

The boy is a little disappointed, but he nods his agreement anyway. At least he has something to tell Seijurou.

Amari rejoins them at the dinner table, none the wiser to the events, finding only her husband refilling his rice bowl and Shisui’s cheeks one tiny shade ruddier.

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Looks intensely at the man with arms crossed around her chest and her eyes narrowed in a dark glare. "Mr. Uchiha..a word." She spoke just as darkly as her glare.

Uh-oh. That tone did not bode good things for Kagami. The last time that Amari had been this upset, she had refused to speak to him for two days straight. And they lived in the same house. Talk about awkward. At least this time he had not done anything wrong.

(Not that he had the last time: he hadn’t. He totally, totally hadn’t. He was an unblemished, living example of good and right doing of things.)

He excused himself from the two kids that he had been speaking to -- students that he had met the previous day, when one of the instructors had invited the KMPF to speak at the Academy about what their daily job was like. Kagami had volunteered.

Approaching Amari, he kissed the back of her hand. There was no harm in starting off on the best foot.

“Hey. Something the matter?”

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*Scraggly little Amari walks up to scraggly little Kagami opening her hands as well*

Kagami sits down next to her, taking her hand and leaning shoulder against shoulder.

“Let’s just stay here and be scraggly together for a while, okay?”

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@devoted-uchihamother

Just wanted to say thank you. ;)

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[ @devoted-uchihamother ] starter;

      “ it’s just a scratch -- “ gentle  waves of slender hand dismiss the cut along his cheek, burying away the secret of it’s self-inflicted origins. he cannot help himself but to flail in ways considered horrendous when creatures of hell itself buried themselves in the cacophony of what should be peaceful sleep. sheepish smile replaces voided emotions, trying to reassure her that all is fine; all is not fine.        “ do not worry. “