Dec 21, 2015
Are you a kitten?
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Are you a kitten?
Hi! Thanks so much for the question. However, I don’t feel comfortable answering that for the whole world to see. Ask me off anon and I’ll answer your question.
Have a lovely day! :)
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7. My muse making chocolate chip biscuits (cookies) for your muse.
The cookies didn't even look like the way the bakery would make it. Or smelled the way professional cookies did; Gaara triple checked to make sure any of the cookies wouldn't suddenly burst into flames.
Next time, he told himself, be sure to watch the cookies 100% of the time.
It was made with love, however, and with that the cookies will automatically taste 1000% better into the lucky mouth they will find themselves in. Or the eater would find themselves in the hospital. With ears perking up at the sound of women being seduced, Gaara took the bag of cookies, shoved through the hordes of females, and pushed the cookies onto Sasuke's face. "sasuke-chan! Do you want to try the cookies I made?"
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2. Our muses snowed in together.
"BUT YOU SAID THE SNOW WOULD BE LIGHT!" Crumpled up on the cold hospital floor, a disgruntled Kazekage started to cry. Again. For the safety of the residents and the general Konoha population, there had been a prohibition of travelling. Gaara had slipped on ice and landed on a now broken wrist, and Sakura was there to tell him the bad news.
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1. My muse starting a snowball fight with your muse.
For the umpteenth time today Gaara blew on his hands. While he was no stranger to snow, the shock of how cold it could be was bittersweet. Rubbing his arm for more body heat, the Kazekage felt a deep appreciation for the desert climate; how others could live and prosper without becoming an icicle is an admirable skill. Tsunade-chan -address her correctly, damn it- Lady Hokage walked on his side, slightly leading. Behind them both was Tsunade's attractive assistant.....What was her name? Shi....to be honest he wasn't even too sure what her face looked like. The cool wind disrupted his thoughts; sure Tsunade was a sweet old lady, but maybe he should have rejected the offer of going for dinner as a celebration of another successful trade. Out of the corner of his eye, little commoner village children formed the cold snowy substance and threw them at each other in the form of a ball. Telling the ladies by his side to stop, he scooped up a handful of snow and played with it like the other children did. Minutes later, he giggled. The snowball, small with trial and error, sat proudly in his hand. "Tsunade-chan! Look at this!" The exuberant Kage let the happiness control his actions, and and the snowball went from his hand to her face. Drips of snow fell from her glasses as Gaara realized the severity of his actions. Nothing else he could do would top this, so he fast paced towards the gates of Konoha.
"Oi, I heard you wanted to marry my, Kaa-chan."
"Who are you exactly?"