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[bladedhunter]

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One eyebrow arches as Sasuke regards Orochimaru with some amount of disdain. "Believe what you want, I don't care," he says, eyes wandering to some random corner in the ceiling to demonstrate his disinterest in the conversation. "I don't care for insults. If you think I don't have any other strengths, what's the point of all this. I'll find someone else to train me." He's bluffing, partially at least.

[uchihasavior]

[[ @vilesn4ke :3c ]]

[hatredcurse]

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"Aye, sir."

With a lazy look and lazier hands, Suigetsu gave the resting boy one look-over while snapping on the latex gloves. Not that the darling thing would be contagious— it just felt weird touching and handling experiments, like their skin was somehow synthetic and all of the Hozuki's unnatural-ness would crack and bruise it.

With a hand cradled under that thin neck and another supporting the shoulder, Suigetsu gently turned him towards his side. A quick flip of his gown to view his back for any redness or rash before allowing the body to slump useless there, awaiting injection.

"Not quite up to your standards yet, boss?" the waterling asks, not so much a look at Orochimaru when he did.

[thetoaddaddy]

💋 bc i can

“What name did you give them?” Jiraiya asks quiet and bitter. He stood close. Dangerously close. The disguise wasn’t that good… but no one was questioning this. A slender pale man with eye liner, long black hair, and beautiful. He blocked the sound nin in with his body.

Anger bubbled along his body from the years of distain and buried feelings he’s held for this snake. And when his body moved in he didn’t resist it, pressing a kiss against his ex… a lot of things.

[cat-of-the-anbu]

Starter for @vilesn4ke

"You came." The words were quiet, surprised, and filled with an emotion hard to read, even for the parent. The young boy was bruised and battered, standing in the forest just outside of the Konoha gates. His wounds were nothing a day or two of rest and treatment couldn't help. After all, he'd just gotten home. It was dark. He was still surprised that his parent was even here.

"Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?" It wasn't unheard of for his parent to check in from time to time, but it was still pretty rare. After all, it wasn't like the older man was very welcome in the village. Visits like this were infrequent, and usually came with a caveat- either something he'd done, or something that needed to be done.

Either way? Mitsuki would do everything he could to make sure that he could stay. Stay to truly figure out if Boruto was his sunshine.

[wiindblume]

;-- me hoping for @vilesn4ke to absorb the necessary oro and mitsuki content so we can potentially talk parenthood

[serpentmalign]

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Mitsuki sought the faint warmth in the fingers woven through his loose, choppy locks. It bellied him with a feeling he cannot name, for he didn't know, outside of the prospect that it was positive and that he was highly receptive to the affection.

" This does all that? " he asks again, unravelling the mysterious of the world one pinpoint question at a time until he eventually finds the single key that unlocks all to him and his feeble mind. " Intriguing... " the thought trails, traveling in some space in the back of that brilliant mind until it hand-picked another question from its garden of inquiry.

" Were you made like this as well? Piece by piece, floating in this empty? "

His mind thought of Orochimaru as identical to himself in everything down to the dimple on his cheek and the messy curl of his hair, only with the colors his parent carries now. At first he was many limbs ( like a broken doll ) assimilating together and growing into a full person that would soon walk these white-tiled halls.

Reaching too far in mystery, his mind punished him with a twitch of a nerve— something within warning him to retain a safe level of curiosity, and so he did. Unblinkingly he observed with theory, a loose sleeve drawing near his parent in search of their shirt hem to cling to.

[liracondo]

@vilesn4ke spoke to the sin ...

GLOVED HANDS PUSHED BACK SLICK, BLACK HAIR. Whoever this person was, they gave off such a rancid aura. The half demon could only turn her head away from his sight in a small sign of disgust. ❝ What the Hell are you? ❞