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@ukiteki || ♥

       “ you do not look as interesting as the way shinzo spoke of you, “ blunt and to the point, the short haired boy of rage stared down a girl of equal height, his language lazy and nonchalant; he had not slept well the night before, his eyes heavy and bagged from listless fits of fear.        “ in fact, you look very.... bland. “

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ukiteki replied to your post:

get all of oto on Maury Povich stat

seems legit.

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shiro: breaks down onao miles away from konoha in amegakure: my spider senses are tingling.

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ukiteki replied to your post: me: boy i can’t wait to write with people!! me,...

i ghost wrote this,,,,,,,,,

welcome to the club we'd make t-shirts except we can't fucking think of wHAT TO PUT ON THEM

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@ukiteki || Starter 

Fingers meet together to create a sound that echoes throughout the empty room. Petals were gathered around his feet and the purple was dotted with a dark red. Hues could not look at the blood for the fear of the imperfection ate at his stomach. 

❝ Medic ! ❞ 

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[ @ukiteki ] -- ♥

     “ i have no idea what you have just said to me, but it sounded morbid. “ he stops, eyeing her in carefully. he had already decided he did not trust her when he noticed staff strapped upon back, but the way she spoke sent a wave of confusion through his mind -- it was irritating.

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@ukiteki liked this for a starter || Raindrops of Ruby.

Not so gently had he been ordered to report to the Raikage’s office for discussion. Civil discussion had never been his forte , yet here he stood, obediently agreeing to the mission he had been handed moments before. He was to meet with a medic-nin of Amegakure. Why, he wanted to ask. He hesitated. Questioning the Raikage’s antics was never a good idea, so he played along.

Adroit were his fingers as they curled around the edge of the papers, briefly reading through them before setting the small stack back down. It was his way of agreeing –– Everyone seemed to acknowledge the fact that he wasn’t good with conversing.

At this moment he was gliding gracefully through the forest, a certain eloquence which laid dormant at times now present within his lissome limbs, allowing him to move in nigh-silence. 

Thoughts flowed as steadily as the blood in his veins. The Chinoike supposed he had been chosen for this because, naturally, he could relate to those of Ame; Kazuma originated from a place that had seen heavy war. 

It took him longer than intended to get there but upon his arrival, he slowly stepped into the heavily industrialized Village with a cautious shift of his weight. Rain –– it was beautiful, to say the least. The rhythm it made as it fell seemed to sooth him; it did, but only his soul –– His mind was still on edge : rigid, tense.

Only one entity was within his vision, he fixated on it.

❝ Are you Ukiyoe Onao ? I was sent to meet you, ❞ said he with a clear voice. Approaching without hesitation now, crimson optics remained focused ahead.

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❛ do you save all your black clothes just for fall? ❜

Meme | Accepting | @ukiteki

The male halted, dark brows quirking as he gazed at the other. He was contemplating how to respond to such a query. 

❝ Let’s be honest, you know the answer to that. And it’s a yes.❞