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ooc. why  not  start  this  blog  out  with  some  edits  for  some  good  friends?

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"Oh, only every day. What's the matter, you don't recognize me now?"

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Completely ignoring his words of caution, her hands snaked over his chest and shoulders while her teeth found his earlobe. It wasn’t often that Jacqui found herself in a certain mood but lately ever since their engagement, she couldn’t keep her mitts off Takeda and she didn’t want to either. Putting that ring on her finger meant that he was hers and she was his, and Jacqui fully intended to leave a mark or two (or SEVERAL) on him to show it. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much about him, he has to be asleep by now.” Her words were spoken like a soft tease, her hands heading a bit in the southern direction. “What’s the matter babe? Do you not like it when I call you d a d d y all soft and sweet?” 

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" papa - san, " takeda greeted with a bow. " i.. wanted to wish you a happy father's day and.. " his gaze lowered to his side, eyeing the gift in hand. " i wanted to give you this, for i had it stored away for the longest time in my drawer. i drew it when much younger, i thought you'd.. enjoy it & maybe have a laugh. " takeda explained, handing out the paper that seemed to be wrinkled. it showed a simple drawing of takeda with both hanzo & kenshi drawn on it. it read: " my dads "

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The stubborn stagnancy of the world may continue, as Hanzo Hasashi’s world renders with unmoving moon and motionless ocean stretch of verdant nature unfolded along the cobblestone pathway circling the periphery of the Fire Gardens. The world around him is no more dark, nor breaks and shatters amidst the pandemonium of loss, grief, carnage and heartbreak. For this particular universe, he vows to appreciate such unperturbed life full of love and beauty with quiet laughter, sweetness and gentility. Despite Takeda’s weary and cautious approaching, Hanzo appreciates the fiery spunk his chujin exhibits. 

“And?” a visible amusement paints upon his soft lips, as Hanzo’s gaze trains and follows after Takeda’s. There is a comfort in knowing how much of their shared time stretches, how they have developed, matured, built connections he never have fathomed of building ever since Satoshi’s death. He had made peace with his fears, without miring too much on his past to waste the draining time of his mortality in quick misspent. Hanzo is born with such a big heart and none of that is by mistake. “I think I still recall the time when you drew this. You were nine years old, and it was before Kenshi had made his mind to take on a long excursion to avenge the one who blinded him.” The very night that he admitted Takeda under his paternal care and mentorship, to be protected and blossom through the Shirai Ryu discipline. 

“I am very much honored and proud to be your dad, Takeda Takahashi.” Nothing, not a bloody thing will compare to their relationship, built from mistrust, tension and awkwardness to him practically being the second-in-command without the official rank. This sense of fulfillment is more than what Hanzo had anticipated in all his life, yet it had became more attainable than what he has been taught to believe.