#outfoxxcd

[climbingsilver-blog1]

     The tattoo might as well have been a brand, it was already equally as permanent. A killer’s insignia, it made it difficult for him to trust his teammates outside of missions, because he knew they were just as afflicted he was, although some more than others.

     A subtle flick brought the flame to life, raising it to ignite the cylinder hanging between his lips, an exhale dispersing grey wisps into the air. “ Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? “ He hadn’t really been paying attention to what his comrade had been saying, but the droning noise was enough to disrupt his train of thought.

@outfoxxcd

[kabutc-blog]

“are you stupid enough to fall for such a stupid trap that such stupid people set up?”

One Piece Starters || accepting || @outfoxxcd

                                  ❝ Oh, my apologies, I didn’t realise this was your trap. I’m sorry you think so poorly of yourself, although I’m convinced that you’re right. ❞

[leafsenshi-blog]

gently claims niju and her pup...... hush...

[forlornwind]

drapes self across your couch.

@outfoxxcd o m g THIS EXTRA PERSON

Madara passes the fences and into the Uchiha compound, coming back from the village, and carrying a heavy duffel bag containing a set of clean armour and swords. The weather was especially sweltering today. He needs tea and--

Not a flamboyant ANBU displaying himself prominently on his couch. Whatever, he dumps the pack on Akira’s chest and pours himself a cup.

       “Have you no shame?”

[forlornwind]

“-👕”

@outfoxxcd || catch Mada-kun shirtlesss

Weeks of rest were often spent tidying up the gardens, or sweeping around the Uchiha hotspring for any stray leaves or weeds that might contest with the bushes of flower that lined the warm banks.

Now, he was poking around some shelves that he had set up under a large marbled shelter. The oak furniture contained many of his handmade soap bars, brushes, and other little necessities of an onsen.

He undressed his robes, folding them into a small locker carved into the shelf. Madara left the fly of his trousers opened as he busied himself to take out a small wooden boat, putting a bar of cinnamon soap on it.

[forlornwind]

Falling into step beside the older man, Akira grinned. "Did you miss me?" The ANBU asked personably and without reservation.

@outfoxxcd no :’D

A pot of cherry seedlings in one hand and a bunch of firewood under an arm, it all looked like a rather normal, carefree morning in the Uchiha compound.

( that is, until Madara felt the all too annoyingly familiar chakra nearing )

His answer was shoving the bundle of wood into Akira’s chest.

       “Make yourself useful.”

[forlornwind]

❛ May I tell you a secret? ❜

@outfoxxcd || GAME OF THRONES PROMPTS. PART II.

Madara shouldn’t. But considering that the fox-mask likely would not leave the front yard if he did nothing, Madara raised a hand to beckon Akira into the guest house, where a few snacks, breads, and tea was at the ready. Pouring the ANBU a separate cup has him looking expectantly for a continuation of that question.

He hopes it wasn’t something disappointing.

[forlornwind]

He paused, mouth curling into a grin behind his fox-faced visage. "I have no intention of disturbing them," Akira hummed. "I'm not ANBU just because I'm pretty, you know. I do have some manners in me." He did. Probably. Somewhere. "They won't even know I'm here, promise." He even stopped the skipping, instead-almost-falling into step with the older man.

@outfoxxcd ok u can stay

If Akira was pretty, Madara did not know it. He turned to regard the other ANBU members beside him, in time to see them not minding their teammate.

Or rather, acting like they did not know the fox-mask at all.

He made his way into the hospital, going to the second floor as was normal. Madara continued to the nurses’ station as the ANBU members halted at the front waiting area. As was the rule, they weren’t allowed to follow the elder in, unless there was a commotion.