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[hana-akari]

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She screams at him again, letting all that pass them stare at the two odd children screaming at each other, “Screaming is funner than it should be.”

[uzumaki-zenjiro]

if you get me sick, i swear to god…

ᒥ嫌いᒧ—               Zenjiro glares at Naruto and fights off the urge to whack at him. "It's not contagious, you jerk." The red head puts down his head and rubs at his forehead in a frustrated manner. A headache and upset stomach were the biggest things, and it was connected to his sensitive sensory.

Clothes felt like sandpaper on his pale skin, his head throbbed--And Naruto's chakra was so strong, it made his stomach lurch with any fluctuations. But he wouldn't say that, for someone was nice enough to sit with him and it felt good.

"Fuck," Zenjiro groans as he clutches his head. He thought a walk around in the cold autumn air would help, so far that wasn't the case.

[uzumaki-zenjiro]

Crooked Soul

@kuramuto​ || Crooked Soul by Dayseeker: x || Lyric Starters: x ||

ᒥ嫌いᒧ—           “My only concern is myself...”  Zenjiro begins, surprised he even spoke with the other Uzumaki. After they’re first meeting, the redhaired boy tried to avoid the blonde, his ideals angered him--For they implied he was in the wrong. His actions had consequence despite him trying his best simply to survive. He was pitied for his attempts at surviving and last time it saw him storming off enraged, but he doesn’t leave now.

He was trapped on the training grounds, his weapons taken apart for a proper sharpening. The blade is gently pressed along the wet stone in one swift move, the blade growing slightly sharper. Zenjiro’s set up was beside a river, allowing him access to water he’d use to rewet the sharpening stone. Surrounding him was all his bladed weapons in various stages of dulling. He’d been busy using them, time called for a bit of care to his equipment. 

In his hands was a short sword, the handle and pins set beside him leaving a bare blade in his grasp.

“Why are you bothering me? I’m busy,” There is no real fight or anger in his voice, instead his focus more so on the blade than Naruto. Seemed the repeated gliding of steel across the grit stone lamed the practically rabid redhead. 

“Don’t need your help, just go away...”

[uzumaki-zenjiro]

HC + jewels

ᒥ嫌いᒧ—       Zenjiro is a minimalist, he doesn't stumble upon things and feel an urge to buy often. He doesn't own much in the way of jewelry to have jewels, though he has one thing pretty close. In his room is a polished, cut-agate Hare. It's a little knickknack you'd find in a souvenir shop and he adores it with his whole heart. Of course, with it being a Hare he is reminded of his Summon and closest friend, Jakku. He'll fiddle with it when writing reports at home, but it spends most of it's time on top his bureau beside his radio.

Example Picture:

Not necessarily a jewel, but close!

[hatredcurse]

@kuramuto | Naruto — Continued

It was getting late in the evening, joined with the fact that Sasuke was being dragged into some dimly lit forest should have activated some sort of red flag. Instead, he was now crawling on his knees behind this fox-boy with an already tired look on his face.

“Yeah, what about it?” the little Uchiha said, looking up at, well something. He couldn’t necessarily agree that they were bowties, but he’ll give Naruto the chance to explain himself. “You better not be up to something.”

[shinobixkuma]

     he’s carrying freshly chopped wood back to the small seemingly abandoned dojo in the middle of the woods. The terrible storm last night had ended up putting quite the hole in the roof.  No chores , no errands and no needed trips into the village mapped how he was going to spend his day. From the weather today it doesn’t even look like there was any sort of catastrophic indication the night prior. He lifts with ease , but what he doesn’t suspect on his way back is someone in his path. 

He towers over them , and yet , he says nothing. 

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