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                     cantatrix.

           ❛Saya of the Mist, how are you?                   -----if I  recall  correctly,  our  last                  talk was by the cliffs?❜  she  laughs.

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                shattered--light.

  ❛really? What did Hinata say--no, more importantly,                                                 what did Kiba and Shino say?❜

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                                      open.

❛they'll live.❜          her words are uttered as godgiven words. The words of miracle . Unto and out-- HER WORDS BREATH LIFE.                               The slow,tang of poison is waiting.                                         It will freeze you,           tame your thoughts and at the same time spin them INTO STORM. 

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                                                   artiificem

‹▋◤Ｔｉｔａｎｉｕｍ◢▋› his presence is stealthy, silence embodies him, embedded deep onto and into his SOUL. Though it does not go unnoticed by her. Footsteps are as nonexistent as her empty coffee mug. 

         ❛Sai. Good timing,           can you get me more           coffee?❜

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+ ekdiko

‹▋◤Ｔｉｔａｎｉｕｍ◢▋› a certain Uchiha ( well he was the only one left--- ) caught her eye, and perhaps out of previous mundane and normality his name escapes her lips. However it's not as fawning , as adoring as halcyon days.

                           "Sasuke." curt and blunt was the ring of his name.

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‹▋◤Ｔｉｔａｎｉｕｍ▋› "Hmm?                                                              What is it? I'm tired, I just got back from a mission."

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‹▋◤Ｔｉｔａｎｉｕｍ◢▋› "Kakashi-sensei, happy birthday!"

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Leaning against the door frame to her office in the hospital Sasuke sports his usual stoic attitude. Calm features turning towards the female as he comes to recognize her chakra signature, a perk of his brow to show that he's been wondering where she's been. "We were supposed to meet Naruto for lunch thirty minutes ago... you're late."

‹▋◤Ｔｉｔａｎｉｕｍ◢▋›                she notes the presence upon the squared frame                 of the entry to her office. Eyes skim through endless of endless                 parchments of text, pen briskly scribbling as she intakes all of                 the information on font. Blatantly, ignoring his rather eminent                  presence, she continues forth with the stacks of paperwork                  she’d like cleared off her desk.                  [ who the hell cared if she was late——it was lunch ]                  And despite the fact she enjoyed and was fond of                  bonding moments with the two particular males                  ( because it’d always remind her when things were easier ),                  her focus doesn’t opt for the Uchiha. Lines of her anatomy                  are curved and dipped downwards at a odd angle,                 bending over the table without complaint.                  She sighs when he doesn’t note her lack of response                 is a hint for him to disappear from sight. She thought of him as a                  mere informant——a messenger that would take                  it’s leave as soon as information was conveyed.                                                            Apparently not.

                  Leaning back into her chair, and running a hand through                   pastel tresses another breath expels——perhaps even exasperated.

        “What do you want, Sasuke?”