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Honestly, he tried not to listen, but in this shitheap, you could hear a dog fart in the ground floor apartments. He heard the guy in 2b actually crashed through a plasterboard wall into 2c while Mrs Featherstone was showering.  Shudder. He paced up and down, unsure of what to do with himself while the yelling continued next door. If he put music or the tv on, it would just make it obvious that he could hear every word they were saying. He didn’t know the name of the woman who lived there, just that she had pink hair and complained about noise a lot. In fairness, he didn’t really need to film Raijin eating corn with a drill, but... it was Friday night. Still, she didn’t deserve that. And anyway, it was her boyfriend that complained more. Ex-boyfriend. After a while, the door slammed, and he stopped, facing the wall. He didn’t hear anything. Not even sobbing, surprisingly. Unless she was deliberately crying quietly.   He approached, tentatively, and tapped the wall once.   “Hey... y’know... he was sorta an asshole. Don’t lose any sleep over it... seriously. He saw me and my buddy riding one of those fisher price cars around the parking lot last week, and he didn’t even wave back.”

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                         The past week has been nothing short of a wild ride for Minato. Being thrown into another world thanks to his Arcana at the start, captured by ninjas in the middle, and now being reported to their leader’s office at the end. They didn’t seem hostile on sight, so he simply complied with them to avoid confrontation. At present, he’s being ordered by the Hokage (apparently the stand-in leader of the entire village) to wait for someone to come pick him up for more interrogation-- have they asked enough from him already?

[xcruentus]

✬ :^)

‘ that our affections kill us not, nor dye ‘

she offers him coffee at first and he refuses it point blank. he doesn’t drink coffee, fearing that once the stark burst of energy provided by caffeine fades away, he’ll be left unbelievably tired and defenseless to sleep that will soon overtake him. 

she insists that she make him something and gaara is surprised, if not a little put off. he thought there was no one in the world as pushy as women from suna. obviously the women from konoha would give them a run for their money. or perhaps it was just this particular woman from konoha that was incredibly pushy. either way, gaara was stuck with her. 

he finally settles with, “ fine, i’ll have tea “, and when he doesn’t specify what kind, she goes about making whatever she finds first. luckily for her, he likes black tea, and accepts the drink politely. as he takes a sip of the hot beverage, he finds himself staring blankly ahead, consumed by his thoughts.

konoha is different from suna. they’re more different than they are alike, at least in gaara’s eyes. there’s so much green in konoha, too much for gaara, and the moon is not always visible through thick forests of trees. but he can appreciate that it isn’t frigid cold only twenty minutes after nightfall and he can enjoy his tea without having to rely on it for warmth. speaking of which, the tea isn’t that bad either. 

he’s not sure what he can say in terms of company, seeing as the girl from konoha has yet to say a word to him since sitting down with her own cup of tea. but he prefers silence over useless, forced small talk, so he finds the pink-haired girl more tolerable than most (for now, at least). and she made him tea, and though he’s still not entirely sure what to make of the gesture, he can appreciate it nonetheless.

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               amusement danced easily in her eyes as she watched sakura’s enthusiasm for the anmitsu before her ; there was something she’d always found oddly endearing about her pink-haired friend’s love of the treat. ino herself had nearly forgotten her own meal as she poked at the food idly before a sparing bite --- though in good spirits thanks to current company? the blonde found herself struggling inexplicably with her appetite and hoping it would go little noticed. another meager bite of her own rations was had before she settled her chin atop her palm, peering at the other with slow forming [ and gentle ] smile.

❛ when you said that stuff was your favorite, you weren’t kidding, huh? ❜     humor graced her tone with a soft edge of teasing ; though it lacked any malice.