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Pastime and Dream
character confession // @hitsuboku
Pastime: Three hobbies they have.
Reading sci-fi books.
She’s crafty and likes to make things for her home. Likes to problem solve small household issues.
Making potpourri.
Dream: Three wishes they have.
Travel around the nations and buy different perfumes each place is known for.
Go back to her old home to see what is left of it.
At some point I think she does want to cut her hair, a sort of “starting over.”
it's hardly a secret or something i didn't get the chance to say, given how i've said it a few times now, but it still holds true when i tell you: you really are the main reason i am in this fandom still. it is your skill in writing, your engaging interpretations of your given muses, your ideas, your energy--all of that is what draws me back, because the appeal i see in getting the chance to write with you again is far more than any negativity that i may see or have creep up on me. i burn out /c
really easily and have next to no energy. we both know that. but even knowing that, i still find myself motivated to log in at least w/ chouza or b so i can read more of the stuff you've written. you are beyond brilliant, sam, and idc how sappy or w/e this sounds: i do consider it an honour to be able to write with you on the occasions that we do.
Fucking hell, Haribo. I have absolutely no interest in DBZ and yet I still read your ask responses on that account. I enjoy your writing just as much as you say you enjoy mine!
I’m always really flip-floppy and wishy-washy on my muses and my ability to churn out replies, and I really appreciate that you stick around despite that. You’re one of those few partners that I have never felt pressured to reply to immediately because there’s always been an understanding there. I’m really thankful for that. It also makes me that much more excited when I do finally reply to stuff, because I can wait out my muse until I find something that I think actually works.
Anyway, yes. I love you and your writing and I hope 2019 gets its shit together and gives you the amazing year you deserve!
“I’ve had worse.”
What a weird not-compliment. Karin can’t decide how she’s going to take it. Does she get all upset and indignant or does she just let it drop because the blind jackass in front of her isn’t anything she gives a shit about?
Hm. Options.
“Good for you,” she decides. “I’m glad they haven’t failed your ninja-boy standards.”
@hitsuboku
“Y-yeah. I’ll do that.” She sighed. 4.6 billion years old and she still couldn’t cook. Maybe she should’ve asked Naruto how a coffee pot works, before trying his strategy of making instant ramen with it. Gingerly picking up the pieces--ouch, the glass was still hot!-- she gathered them up into piles, sorted by what poor bit they’d come from, while she waited for Mister B to get glue.
"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?" He remembers the assault she and her group had delivered (and the beating he had given them in turn before escaping), yes, but now was not the time to bring up the long-since-done-with past. So he stays quiet after asking his question, though it's a genuinely curious one. The people she had been with - did she even speak to them at all anymore? (He's not sure why he cares about the answer - but he does.)
It depends on who he’s talking about. Sasuke? Months. Suigetsu? Weeks. Jugo? Yesterday. Their little group has mostly split across the separate nations, each one of them focusing on their own project.
Not that she is going to tell him that.
Karin shrugs. It’s surprisingly easy to ignore his gaze when she’s had training ignoring looks from more intimidating men.
Not that he isn’t... intimidating... when he looks at her like that.
He’s just not Orochimaru.
“Awhile,” she offers, because at least that’s an answer.
@hitsuboku
“Ehh, Genbu?”
She looked up at the man in the tree, putting her hands behind her back. She was totally relaxed, not feeling any sense of danger. “Is that what you call this here turtle?” Before he answered, he mentioned another name.
“Niburu? Who’s that?” She looked around--it sounded like something dangerous, she thought--then back up.
Himashi sprung from the ground, jumping on to the tree branch next to the man. “Who’re you, mister? I’m Himashi, uh-huh.”
