#smallcherryblossomofkonoha

[orochimartyr]

Still sobbing, she grabs onto Orochimaru's hair and gives a slight hug. In between sobs she replies, "I-I don't w-wanna go to school."

He gave a curt sigh but pat the girl’s back.

"Oh? Why wouldn’t you want to go back to school? You get to learn so many fabulous things with your little friends, ne?"

[orochimartyr]

Crawls into lap and gives a slight tug on Orochimaru's hair to get his attention.

The serpent’s head tilted to the side. Why this little girl continued to gravitate toward him was far beyond his reasoning. He guessed children were one of those mysteries without logic. Like Stonehenge. 

"Well hello, darling. If you keep this up people will start to mistake me as approachable."

[xstarjunkie-archive]

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❖ describe their hands

                       {Jim’s hands are calloused, rough. He’s been using them to build things and tear things apart since he was a kid. He’s got little scars from big and small cuts. They’re clean but there’s always a little bit of grease under his nails from working so hard on whatever he’d decided to fix that week. They’re the hands of someone whose been working their whole life on something they love who gets too caught up in their passion to be careful.}

[wellhonedblade]

[wellhonedblade]

And so she paints his face up, quite beautifully. A heart here, a rainbowish looking thing there, and stick figures somewhere else. She even signs her name across his forehead so everyone knows who did the beautiful work of art.

A deep, long suffering sigh as he waited out his punishment. 

If anyone asked, he was going to tell them all that this was why he wore the mask. 

Definitely.

[godaimekazekagesama-archived]

She gave a slight nod before setting to work. She had plenty of other things to use on his face. Not that any of it would necessarily end up in the correct spot... She sat quite still, concentrating fully on her work of art. Ten minutes later she was done, holding up a mirror for her..."client" to observe her work.

He almost doesn't want to look in the mirror, but he does, because it seems that this is an inevitable, unavoidable part of being tolerated by someone close to Kakashi.

That doesn't mean that Gaara is happy to find his mouth liberally coated with about six coats too many of bright red lipstick (half of which isn't actually on his lips), or his cheeks dusted with entirely too much blush.

Struggling for a moment to find something nice-ish to say, Gaara eventually comes out with a strained, "You certainly have an eye for bright colors, Sakura-san."