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❝ I have no intentions of telling you my likes and dislikes. As for my dream... I have a lot of hobbies. ❞ { Private Kakashi RP blog affiliated with Red Stringed }

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New Galges [Kakashi and Keima]

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Oh, the stranger - ehem, Kakashi, had actually agreed. Or so it seemed, since he had stopped and introduced himself to Keima.

He didn’t think Kakashi would get just how much he needed those boxes - and the games inside. He had run out of games this morning when he had completed all the routes to the galges he had bought just yesterday, and his pile of unfinished games had finally been depleted. Working at Legacy was a pain, and college was in the way too, so he was glad he had finally finished them all up, but it also meant that there were no more to be played. So, he just had to do this.

“I need you to help me bring some boxes over from the post office to this store,” he replied calmly but with a demanding aura, pointing back at the video game store that he had just left. “Or else I’ll go through galge withdrawal tonight.”

[thusunspoken]

      Moving boxes, eh? Kakashi didn't mind; the task would be simple and easy to accomplish. He did, however, mind how he had been approached and the fact he felt as though he was being talked to as a subordinate. "Oi. You... I need you to..." The stranger's words-- the stranger, who had yet to introduce himself --caused him to take on a sharper gaze and a more serious tone. He wasn't one to be walked on, especially by someone as seemingly ungrateful as this person.

      "It's rude to approach another person without introducing yourself first," he started, closing his book. "On top of that, you seem to feel entitled to someone helping you; whether or not you have withdrawals from not being able to simulate a relationship with an interactive anime character isn't my problem." He looked the other straight in the eyes with an unwavering stare. "You've yet to tell me your name and expect me to lift and carry boxes from the post office to the building you point to. Is that right?"

      As harsh as the content of his words sounded, he wasn't mad. His tone didn't indicate that he was, nor did his gaze. He did look look unamused, his tone did sound firm, but that was as far as it went. What he said was more of a line drawn than anything; he still didn't mind helping this guy, so long as he was aware that Kakashi was helping him, not working below him.

[thusunspoken]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ’s ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

Kakashi was born on September 15th. He doesn't tell a person this unless asked and tries to avoid being asked. People often like to throw him parties, but, being that he is introverted, he prefers that they don't. Gifts, he doesn't mind, but he doesn't look forward to them, either. As far as he's concerned, his birthday simply marks another year.

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New Galges [Kakashi and Keima]

Keima examined the store front. The video game store owner had told him that a new shipping of galges had just come in, but from the looks of it, it didn’t seem like they had taken it out of the boxes yet.

Walking in, he let himself into the staff only area, where he was always welcome.

“So where are they?” the gamer asked immediately as soon as the owner walked into view.

“Oh, they’re at the post office,” he replied nonchalantly. “I didn’t have any time to pick them up, so if you want to buy them, you’ll have to head over there yourself.”

Goddamnit. He bade farewell to the owner and walked out, muttering a ‘how am I supposed to carry a bunch of boxes from the post office to the store by myself?’

Or maybe he didn’t have to do it himself.

Scanning the street, he spotted a man walking by himself. He didn’t look too occupied, so he stood in front of him directly.

“Oi. You. Help me out a bit, will you?”

[thusunspoken]

      Study groups. Throughout his life, he had been told that they were the easiest way you could help yourself. For Kakashi, it always turned out to be the easiest way to help others. There were times he felt he should work towards becoming a teacher rather than an electrical engineer; he was constantly guiding others through concepts he had mastered years ago and giving them exercises to further their understanding of said concept. It wasn't bad, but he couldn't say he was particularly in the mood for it. He took his time walking to the cafe they had chosen for their meeting, keeping his eyes fixated on the light novel in his hand. 

      When a person approached, asking for help in a blunt sort of way, he took a moment to consider it. Helping others was what he was on his way to do. Helping another academically while on his way to do so wasn't a good idea; teaching a stranger anything could take a lot of time.  He could be late for the study session, but missing it was out of the question.

      "My name is Kakashi," he corrected calmly, still pondering whether or not he should help this person. You certainly wouldn't suffice if they were to be working together on whatever the other male needed help with. The light-haired student read a last sentence before shifting his eyes to focus on whom he was talking to.

      "What is it you need help with?"

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--Shop til You Drop

           Her hands clapped together as she finally finished unpacking her apartment. It had been a long time coming, and boy was it! Sure, she was used to working on cars for long periods of time, but sometimes she still need a break! Especially when she was in her very own apartment; her father had surprised her with this and college. Of course, she was a positive girl, but college had never been really in the cards for her. Or cars, ah hah get it? Ah, she cracked herself up. But in seriousness, she always figured she work alongside the old man, but apparently he had other plans in mind. 

                 And now here she was, about to start Maloise college! 

                        Well wouldn’t ya know? The old man still had a few tricks up his sleeves. 

            Green orbs wandered the living room for a moment before she realized that she still needed to buy a few things to top everything off. Lips pulled into a smile as she thought about the prospect of shopping at the Town Square. That place was always busy, and it was the best place to bargain shop! And boy oh boy, did she like to bargain shop! Scrambling around, she grabbed her money, her keys and left her apartment. 

            Mentally, she made a list of what she needed; when she realized what she needed were ordinary every day things she let out a soft groan. 

                          "How borinnggggggg! I thought I was gonna really be able to shop today. Oh poopie!"

            Shaking her head, she placed her hands on her hips as she continued to walk toward the town square. Hopefully this wouldn’t be as boring as she thought it was going to be. 

[thusunspoken]

      Grocery shopping was on his to-do list more often than not. It seemed to him that most people bought their groceries in bundles, picking up food to last them a week or two before going back. Kakashi took a much different approach. He bought food in small quantities every two or so days, finished it off, then repeated the process. This ensured fresh fruits and vegetables in his diet and gave him a good reason to take a break from studying and to go on a walk. Today, he didn't need a break; all of his studying had been completed, leaving him with a lot of time on his hands. This was why he had opted to take a long stroll to the Market Square, rather than stopping by a nearby grocery store. The idea of bargaining didn't much interest him, but, for some time, he had been wanting to see what sort of items they had to offer.

      This was how he found himself falling into step with a seemingly energetic young woman. His strides were larger than hers by default, but he took his time as he walked. His leisurely pace fated him to catching up the girl and to walk beside her for a time. He had seen it coming. Most people wouldn't have noticed; if they did, they might have quickened their strides to pass her, or slowed their strides to avoid approaching her in the first place. Unless they were friendly, Kakashi supposed. Then, perhaps, they would have greeted her to start a conversation. He did none those; he kept his attention fixated on his book and, as always, watched his surroundings from his peripheral.

      He couldn't help but listen to the woman when she spoke; the two were pretty near. The phrase "Oh, poopie!" caught his attention more than anything, and, to her prior sentences,  he found himself slipping out a comment. 

      "They say those who become bored are boring people themselves."

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Night Garden [Open]

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‘Known as Hide and Seek Alone….' He thought about it again then he blinked after finally remembering it.

"You mean the one where you get a doll and then you do certain things to it and say some type of spell or something? What of it?" He wondered why the other was going to tell him about the creepy hide and seek game. Did it have anything to do with the garden?

[thusunspoken]

      So, he had heard of it. The blond didn't sound as familiar with it as some others might have been, but that could work to Kakashi's favor. The ritual itself didn't seem to scare many until it was broken down and explained, anyway. He allowed his optics to fall to the ground, wondering if the story he was to tell was really the reason people didn't come out here at night. As he studied the blades of grass before him, he thought how easy it would be to imagine a hand popping up to grab a person. Perhaps a zombie tale would be more frightening in this situation. A ghost story would have to suffice; he had already started on its path.

     "Are you familiar with the ritual?" he inquired calmly, seemingly brushing past the other's question. If the blond could hold a little patience, he would see how it all tied together soon enough.

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Snowy Accidents [OPEN]

It was probably a bad idea for him to leave the window open last night.

Toshiro had woken up at 9am to the sound of his phone (he had lovingly dubbed it the ‘dumbphone’) beeping loudly and consistently in the most annoying fashion you could possibly imagine. Rubbing his eyes, he yawned as he forced his tired body into a sitting position, which was when the cold really hit him.

"Oh shit-!" Immediately, he pulled his blankets up so he could wrap himself in them, feeling the warmth again.

He blinked in complete utter confusion for a few seconds as he watched lazy snowflakes drifting through his window- wait, snowflakes through his window, which meant…

"Are you screwing with me?!" He shouted at no one in particular, attempting to get out of his bed with the blankets still on (it was freezing like hell, what did you expect?).

Doing a little bunny hop, he went over to the window, shivering as his bare feet made contact with the snow that had fallen on this inside of his apartment already, and reached out two tentative arms to close it shut quickly. He slipped them back in under the blankets, and returned to his bed.

Just when he had decided it couldn’t get any worse, he heard a knock on his door.

"…" He hadn’t changed yet or freshened up, so he wasn’t sure whether to respond to it or just ignore the person.

"Damnit!" He headed over anyway, doing his little bunny hop over to the front door.

"What in hell do you want?!" He shouted immediately after slamming the door open, not even bothering to see who it was.

[thusunspoken]

      While treading through the snow, on his way to a hang out that had been planned weeks in advance, Kakashi noticed an open window. Why a person would leave their window open in this weather was a curious thought. There was a chance said person hadn't expected snow to hit and had left the glass pane open the night before. With how wide the entrance was, that was a plausible explanation. Still, in this sort of neighborhood, it seemed odd for a person to leave their window open at all. Baja was known as one of the shadier parts of Prava; if Kakashi hadn't stood as tall as he did and wasn't as comfortable with defending himself as he was, he might have been afraid rather than cautious to walk these streets.

      Still, he couldn't forget that it was a home to many. As he stopped beside an elderly woman to stare at the window a moment, he was reminded of that. The woman seemed to have her attention caught by the odd sight, as well, though she seemed less amused by it.

      "That Toshiro," she sighed.

      Kakashi lifted his brow. "You know the person living there?"

      The question had led him on a small side quest of letting that Toshiro know that his window was wide open during the only snow fall of the year. From what he had been told, Kakashi expected the man to be some sort of handful. According to the old woman he had spoke with, the stranger was nicknamed The Demon of Prava. What lied ahead of Kakashi, he wasn't sure, and he wasn't particularly excited for it.

      Upon reaching what he was sure was his destination, he looked the door over once. The complex itself didn't seem too bad, but it didn't seem too good, either. He ran his eyes over the apartment number to be sure he was where he was supposed to be, then gave a firm two knocks. 

      Fortunately, he had quick reflexes. If he hadn't, the suddenness and force of the door swinging open would have caught him off guard; it probably would have hit him. He stepped back, taking on a very bored and slightly irritated expression before studying the person he was searching for. Looked as though the man was quite aware of his position-- he resembled a caterpillar, if you asked Kakashi, as he stood wrapped in his blankets. A quick side glance told Kakashi that the man had closed his window, which confirmed his notion of the stranger being aware of his predicament. He sighed to himself internally. His trip here had been for nothing; on top of that, he was dealing with a seemingly obnoxious person. He focused his optics on that person's gaze.

      "Your neighbors were concerned you would be buried in snow this morning and sent me as a messenger," he explained lightly. More openly this time, he again allowed his eyes to wander behind the man, to the window that had brought him here. "It looks like you were already aware." 

      He wasn't sure whether that was a relief or not. He wasn't sure what to expect for a response from the other, either. With how brash the man's personality appeared to be, it wouldn't have been surprising if he let out another loud shout. It wouldn't be surprising if he slammed the door as quickly as he opened it. Once again, Kakashi fixated his attention on this stranger. He waited for whatever reaction was to come.

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Night Garden [Open]

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"Hitori… Kakurenbo..?" Kise tilts his head to the side; repeating the name. Hitori Kakurenbo…. It sounds very familiar for the blonde, but it seems like he couldn’t quiet put his finger on it. ‘Where have I heard this before? Did mama say something about this? Was it big sis? Maybe it was Aominecchi’s scary stories that he used to tell back then…. Hmmm…' he thought trying to figure it out

[thusunspoken]

      Kakashi allowed another moment to pass, letting the blond mull over the name. Hitori Kakurenbo. It was all too popular of an interest when he had lived in Tokyo. Being that Prava was so interested in tales and superstitions, it seemed to have become quite popular there, as well. The game itself held a few complications in the set up and rules. Every piece of it was eerie, from the use of the doll, to the playing of the game in the depths of the night when spirits were said to be wandering freely. Kakashi looked to the other male and decided he wasn't any closer to figuring it out than when he had started. The white-haired student decided to throw out a hint.

      "That's its name in Japan. Here, it's more commonly known as Hide and Seek Alone."

     Did it ring any bells?

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Winter Wonderland || Arthur and Kakashi

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So the stranger was willing to carry this out after all.

A small smile slowly spreading onto his visage, he continued. "Yes, of course, that is an important factor to be considered, especially in times of war, is it not?" He held it up in his hand like he were displaying it, small snowflakes continuing to fall gracefully onto the ground, already starting to fill up the place where he had scooped up snow to make his snowball.

As the other started to sprinkle snow lightly over his head, Arthur sensed his intentions. It was definitely on - he accepted the declaration of war by scoping up some more snow with his free hand and patting it onto his original snowball, making it bigger.

"Although it doesn't seem my opponent should be something to worry about."

[thusunspoken]

      A small smile had spread across the other's features, leaving Kakashi curious as to how he would be approached in this. One might think a pair of men in their twenties-- he assumed they were both in their twenties; the other didn't look much older than him --would be too old to take a snowball fight seriously. However, Kakashi had concluded long ago that those in their twenties were more childish than children themselves. This small game of theirs could easily evolve into a temporary battle.

      He was prepared for it.

      Holing his own hidden smile, he revealed his gaze at the sound of the stranger's voice. He found his smile and gaze going flat at the remark thrown at him. Not something to worry about? Was that a challenge? He noticed the small pile of snow he had been sprinkling was about to disappear. With that in mind, he mapped out his first move.

      "To speak of your opponent before knowing them is foolish," he threw back, lowering his hand to his side and taking a step behind. A nearby tree caught his attention; it would make for a good front covering, but could easily pile him with snow if it were to be hit. He would have to be careful. He kept his eyes fixated on the man before him, knowing all too well that he could strike at any time. If he remained attentive, Kakashi could evade a snowball and dash to the tree that called him all in one swoop. He pushed his comment a little further. "Only a move an idiot would make."

      Another step backward inched him closer to the tree as he awaited the other's response.

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Night Garden [Open]

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Kise stared at the other. Frighten? Why would he be scared? He was never one to be scared, unless they’re earthworms then yeah he’ll be scared out of his wits since those things are so gross. The thought of those things sent shivers down his spine.

Anyways dropping that topic, whatever the story it is that the other is stalling to tell is making the blond very curious. “Of course I’m interested. I wouldn’t be afraid of it no matter what it would be. So enlighten me.”

[thusunspoken]

      Pools as dark as the night revealed themselves once more as Kakashi moved his attention to the foliage ahead of him. The vines and leaves seemed to shift under a light breeze, giving the appearance of stirring with interest. It seemed even the garden tunnel wanted to know what there was to fear once the sun came down. He used a moment to take it all in, allowing a heavier wind to pass before he spoke. How should he start this off?

      "Have you heard of the game Hitori Kakurenbo?"

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  « —「● What an interesting turn of events this lead to. There was a gleam in the florist’s hues as she inclined over the counter, just slightly as if to emphasis her interest in him. Was she making him uncomfortable? It crossed her mind a few times that she possibly could be, but she paid extreme caution not to overdo it. Overstepping her boundaries was one of the worst sorts of things she could ever do, especially with a stranger. Now that her point was clearly across, she shifted back onto the heels of her feet, balancing there for a moment. A loved one, was it? Due to the color of the roses, she was positive it wasn’t for a romantic partner—that sort of loved one. She would ultimately conclude family, given that he looked quite young, possibly in his early twenties. There was also no evidence that there was a ring on his finger either. It was the perfect situation, one she could delve into and enjoy thoroughly.

  However, it was evident he either didn’t show the same interest, or he didn’t exactly know how to. She’d run into plenty of men who couldn’t understand how to flirt or how to give her what she needed. Unsatisfactory, that was what she’d call it. Or perhaps he wasn’t interested in women? That was also the case. Far too many questions in her mind at once, and unfortunately none of them would be answered. Not now, at least. Pursing her lips together, she reached out to take the bill and count out the correct amount of change. Holding her hand out, she allowed to coins to drop into his own. Normally she would have allowed her fingers to accidentally brush against his, but this time..she didn’t. Did she mention that boundaries were extremely important to her? It was necessary not to over do it, ever. That was a firm belief and moral that she had.

  « —「● Body language was incredibly easy for her to read, but unfortunately she couldn’t read his at all. His features told her he was calm, but is that what he really felt? It made her frustrated, the fact that she couldn’t tell what he was feeling, what he was thinking. The typical human was easy to figure out, most of them were like an open book. How..curious this was. He was incredibly difficult, but also rather interesting. Her lips parted, allowing a soft sigh to exhale her. ❝Do come again though. I’ll see you in a week?❞ Her head tilted, the corners of her mouth curling upward into a soft smile. Her hand extended, offering a small wave. Hopefully he would actually follow through at take care of the flowers. Otherwise it would be a complete waste. You simply cannot let flowers die and turn to nothing. That would mean you can’t completely enjoy them.

            A Weeks Passing - - -

  Had a week passed already? It hadn’t felt like it, but as her eyes scanned over the calendar by the register it indicated it really had been a week. Coral painted lips parted, exhaling slowly as if attempting to relax herself. She was..anxious, for some reason. Why? She didn’t exactly know. She certainly didn’t expect to feel this amped over a single person coming in to buy flowers. Fingers drummed impatiently along the countertop, gaze fixated upon the clock as it slowly ticked. Annoyance. One simple term to determine what was eating at her. Deciding that simply sitting around and waiting was enough to ease the annoyance, she lifted herself from her seat and proceeded to waltz through the field of flowers, figuratively speaking. Her gaze fixated on the different shades and hues, the lot of them complimenting each other. If she had to pick a favorite, she wouldn’t be able to. They were all uniquely beautiful in their own way.

  « —「● Adjusting her footing, she gave a quick spin about before deciding it was time to begin the watering process. With her watering can in hand once more, she dutifully began giving the precious plants the hydration they needed. A soft hum began to emitt from the florist, obviously caught up in the beauty of it all. Nothing helped fill her with joy more than the wonderous nature of flowers. She would never outright sing, for she didn’t want to take the chance that another soul would hear her. Her music is for the flowers only. They were the only ones who rightfully earned their place to hear it.

[thusunspoken]

      Dark optics focused on a digital sign. Once again, Kakashi awaited that sign to tell him, along with a crowd of strangers around him, to go. His demeanor looked as calm as ever-- gentle eyes, relaxed stance, hands in his pockets --but, internally, he couldn't seem to calm himself. He was aware he was creating the unsettling feeling he had. If he could switch his mind to a topic that calmed him, he would be fine. Instead, he allowed himself to replay his encounter with the blonde florist for a hundredth time. He couldn't seem to let go of the fact that she had appeared interested in him. She had dropped enough subtle hints for anyone to notice and yet...

      He was doubting they had been hints, or that the actions had happened at all.

      Clearly, she had been checking him out. While her glances would have gone unnoticed by most, Kakashi had picked up on them. He had also picked up on her leaning on the counter. He could even go as far as to say that he had noticed a spark in her eye when he had paid for the flowers. In most situations, these subtle details wouldn't have mattered, but as he thought of them, he found himself becoming nervous. Perhaps it was because her movements had been so subtle that he felt anxious about them. Most girls that had held interest in him had been blunt about it-- they had been aware that he wasn't one to make a first move, after all --but this woman had been dropping her interest quietly. 

      If she had been interested in him at all.

      A soft sigh pressed past his lips, only to be barricaded by his scarf as he fell into step with others making their way across the street. For the past week, he had been wondering just what his interaction with the florist had meant. She had told him to stop by again this week; the flowers, if taken care of properly, would last about ten days. It would only make sense that she invite him back to pick up more. That was business, wasn't it? Though he told himself this, he couldn't deny that, in the back of his head, he had been wanting her invitation to mean something a little more than that. Perhaps picking up new flowers had been another subtle way of her acting on her interest. That seemed unlikely, but a piece of him still hoped it could be true.

      That piece was silenced when Kakashi came to a stop and rested his eyes on the sign that read Belle Fleures. Peering inside the store, he noticed that, once again, it was empty. With as much praise had heard from his grandmother, he had assumed it would have been more lively by the second time he visited. Looked as though he was wrong. He took a moment to adjust his scarf to make sure it would remain over his mouth and nose; as he did so, he found himself being flooded with a sudden calmness.

      Whether or not the woman he saw the previous week was working today was unknown to him-- even if she was, she was just a florist doing her job. If she held interest in Kakashi, she hadn't made it known. He had no real reason to believe she was interested in him other than she had allowed her eyes to bounce around him. Honestly, that didn't indicate much. Even if she had been interested in him, it didn't mean he was interested in her. Of all the girls he had gotten to know, only one of them had ever protested to the idea of The Red String of Fate. That idea alone had his gaze looking flat.

      So many people in Prava talked about the tale-- The Red String of Fate. The idea of two people being destined by a little red string was interesting, but it wasn't practical. It was popular, though. There was a good chance the blonde believed in it. 

      Could he be interested in a person who believed in it?

      To keep his nerves calm, he told himself he couldn't. He then entered the store and looked around. No one was at the counter. The woman he had talked to the previous week seemed to be humming to herself as she watered the sea flowers that so easily could make a person's eyes spin. Kakashi watched her a moment, amused at how entranced she appeared to be. Many people working weren't fond of their jobs, but this girl seemed to be very fond of hers. She didn't look to be tending to flowers, but to be bonding with them instead. Kakashi almost felt as though he was intruding when he approached. 

      There was that nervousness again. He pushed it down and maintained a neutral expression.

      "Sorry to interrupt, but would you happen to have the lavender roses I picked up last week?"

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Night Garden [Open]

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"A reason?" he was curious now. "What would that reason be?" Surely there has to be a good reason why no one comes here at night. It couldn’t be because there’s closing hours at this time. No, because this garden is never closed. It’s always open, since it is one of the pathways to the school’s building.

[thusunspoken]

      "You're sure you're interested?" Gaze as relaxed as ever, Kakashi tilted his head. His eyes followed the veins of the leaf that had caught his attention as he watched the blond from his peripheral. It wasn't as though he didn't want to tell the story he had in mind; he was merely creating build up. If you were to ask him, the tale wasn't too frightening. It was a story that could easily be explained through multiple scenarios, but anything could be scary if one worded it correctly. He shifted his focus to the other male before closing his eyes and smiling. "Wouldn't want to frighten you when you were enjoying yourself."

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Winter Wonderland || Arthur and Kakashi

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Arthur looked in incredulously confused, and for many reasons. One, why was this person here? He thought it was supposed to be a snow day - there was eight bloody inches of snow on the ground that very moment. Who in their rightful mind would come out, unless they had something urgent to do?

Second, why was he talking to him? Arthur didn't know him. And as to what he was talking about, snowballs as weapons? He only meant to make it as a sort of snow day memorial for his lost childhood days. It didn't matter to him that much, the physical object itself, than as the mentality behind it, but he still felt a bit irked at the notion of the stranger picking it up.

And lastly... Ah, whatever. Since when did he over analyze things like this anyway? It was a snow day, he might as well try to enjoy himself, and making new friends was always on his list. He assumed he was probably just joking about the weapons, so he decided to play along.

"Then..." He scooped up a bigger pile of snow in his hands and rounded it up into a larger snowball. "We just have to make bigger and heavier ones."

[thusunspoken]

      The confusion on the other's features was all too obvious, leaving Kakashi playing out different scenarios in his head. He had expected somewhat of a closed off response-- the person's previous actions had looked hesitant, after all --but hadn't planned ahead much further than that. He allowed a moment to pass, watching the stranger's expression while holding a casual gaze himself. If he were to be rejected in his small teasing,  he would simply roll it off and return to where he had stood previously. 

      --But it seemed the guy was in interested, after all. 

      Beneath his scarf and beneath his mask, Kakashi smiled. He tossed the cold ball of ice in his hand and caught it, then repeated the gesture a few times over. How long had it been since he had engaged in a snow fight? A few years, if he recalled correctly; he could still remember the forts he and friends had built. The bigger the better, wasn't it?

      "Bigger and heavier is certainly the way to go. Though, one must consider the force he has to put behind these bigger and heavier snowballs." He leaned forward, only slightly, and put his free hand behind his back. His eyes had closed and his face had gathered a light of merriment. "One must also consider who their opponent is." The hand holding snow was lifted above the stranger; its fingers wiggled to separate the sphere of white in its grasp, sending small flakes to trickle down upon the person beneath. It was Kakashi's first strike, one could say. The beginning of a snow war. 

      There was a time when these roles had been switched; at a much younger age, Kakashi had been the one to get snow sprinkled on his head. The memory graced his mind, but was pushed back. A piece of him hoped that he could make something new of the snow, that he could wash away some of his former memories by creating new ones.

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understand that if you’re cold i’ll keep you warm. and besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm. so come down with me to the shore, and what’s more, i adore you.

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  « —「● Roses? Depending on the color of them, it would signify how special they were. Roses were mostly used for romantic occasions, at least that’s how the red ones are used. Though he didn’t require the red ones, no, no. Lavender. That was his choice of color. Now she had to admit that it was a rather marvelous color—but for what reason did he wanted them?

  Brows pulled together, as if almost attempting to figure out the situation at hand. Lavender roses..Perhaps to a friend? Or possible even family? That would definitely be a good color for either of those. It didn’t show too much affection, but still show appreciation. Nodding slowly, her gaze lifted to observe him carefully. It was in her nature to wonder about the features of a man, especially one as handsome as he.

  « —「● Eyelashes fluttered, in an almost flirtatious manner. ❝Let me check in the back real quick.❞ She spoke with enthusiasm, lifting herself and hurriedly rushing in the back room. There were even large amounts of flowers stored in the back, as there was very little room for all the fabulous arrangements they received. Her fingers gently touched over the petals of a red rose. Romance..love..affection..passion.. Ah how lovely it would be. But no—she couldn’t focus on that.

  She had a bigger task on hand, afterall. Her gaze continued to search for the prized roses, fingers carefully reaching through the bouquets before finally..she found them. With tender care, she pulled the bundle out and returned to her previous position in front of the register. Fingers pressed dilligently against the numbers, head tilting slightly at the price. ❝Are these for a special occasion?❞

  « —「● Now she’s simply attempting to make small talk, a soft smile gracing her. Aqua hues attempted to focus on him here and there, attempting to take small glances without getting noticed or making him uncomfortable. ❝You’re lucky you got these in time. They’re the last ones.❞ Her fingertips pressed carefully along the petals. ❝These should last at least a week, most likely ten days. Make sure they’re properly cared for. Give them water, change it every three days..You should also trim the stems a little. If there’s any dead leaves be sure to take them off, as they kill the flowers.❞

  With her extensive knowledge on flowers, that would be sure to impress him..right? Ah, but alas, she’s merely joking around to herself. A customer is just a customer. The smile stay right where it was. ❝Would you like a card or anything to go along with it?❞ Tilting her head out of curiosity, she continued to press keys into the register. ❝If not it’ll cost..€5.22.❞

[thusunspoken]

      As he had before, Kakashi watched the girl a moment. She looked to be digging deep into her mind for the answer to his question. With how many different flowers were around, he supposed it would take a while to recall whether or not the store carried a certain type-- this thought caused him to avert his attention from the blonde, to the sea of petals he had managed to swim out of. Each and every flower his dark optics graced had a name of its own. To each name, a colour would also have had to be attached. What were the names and colours assigned to these plants? He wondered.

      He also wondered what were the indications of the young woman's gaze? As he allowed his eyes to wander the floral rainbow ocean, he watched, from his peripheral, the florist in charge of said ocean. She seemed to be watching him as he was watching her. Upon hearing her speak, he refocused his attention back to her, his eyes slightly widening at the notice of her fluttering eyelashes. When a woman batted her lashes, it meant something, didn't it? In every romance novel he had read, it was certainly an indication of sort of interest. The idea of it made him feel flustered inside-- what was one to do when a person took interest in them? In times like these, he wished he had a novel on hand to refer to. Being that his life was not a romance novel and he had no such thing to refer to in that moment, he offered a calm, "Take your time." and tried to redirect his train of thought to something else.

      But the question still poked at the back of his head--

      What had that fluttering been?

      A callused hand rubbed at the back of his neck as Kakashi awaited the woman's return. He had managed to calm his insides and to set his mind along a different path, choosing to focus on the reason why his grandmother had been so insistent on lavender roses. As far as he was aware, they held no romantic value; that meant there was a good chance she had no intention of giving them to her husband. Everything he had read and heard about concluded that yellow was chosen for friendship. Looking at it, he assumed the only logical reasoning was that she wanted them for herself-- she was a woman who preferred the prettier of things in life, after all. It was something Kakashi couldn't quite wrap his mind around. Whatever made her happy, he guessed.

      "A special occasion. . ." He had caught the florist's words and found himself pondering the idea a little further. "I couldn't say. They're for a loved one." As the words left his mouth, he noticed the term loved one could imply a special occasion. When a person bought roses for a loved one, it was normally on a romantic occasion, wasn't it? Though, as he had decided earlier, the colour indicated otherwise. He closed his eyes, smiling beneath his mask and deciding he was looking too far into the underlying meaning of it all. He had come to this shop-- Belle Fleures, specifically --for the simple task of buying lavender roses for his grandmother. Although the woman before him had been eyeing him carefully-- yes, he had taken notice --it wasn't as though she wasn't looking as far into the meaning of these flowers as he was. Right?

      "Ah, thank you." Reopening his eyes, he took his wallet from his pocket and pulled out a ten euro note. "A card won't be necessary, these are enough." After all, he wasn't entirely certain that his grandmother was keeping these to herself. He had only his assumption. He placed the bill on the counter and, once again, shifted his gaze away from the woman. The way he caught her eyes flickering against him made him feel slightly anxious; he wasn't sure how to handle a person interested in him. Despite that fact, his features remained gentle. It took more than a little internal flustering to change his expression. "I'll be sure to they're taken care of accordingly." Looked like he would have to be visiting his grandparents more often. He shifted his eyes back to the blonde and flashed a hidden smile. Looked like he would have to return here in a week, as well.

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Winter Wonderland [OPEN]

Snow. So much snow.

Arthur had woken up that morning, prepared to head to work, having even put on his formal clothes before turning on the television for a quick glance of the weather report.

"All schools throughout the city will be closed today."

For whatever reason? That didn’t tell him the weather, bloody weather reporters. Guess he’d have to look outside for himself. He threw open the curtains, emerald eyes widening.

It was crazy! He hasn’t seen that much snow since when he was a little kid back in England, when they had one of their very rare giant snowfalls - no, scratch that, he has never seen this much snow in his life.

Well, at least he could stay home and relax for a day. He was well due for a nice break in front of the fireplace, sipping tea and reading a nice book-

That is, if he didn’t have to run over to the post office to receive his shipping of a class set of books today. He needed then as soon as possible, even if it meant shrugging on the thickest coat he owned (a nice dark brown ski jacket that used to be his father’s) and a soft pair of boots and heading out into the cold thick snow.

He could immediately feel the shiver as he stepped out of the apartment building. Emerald optics wandered the sights in front of him - it was just stunning, marvelous, beautiful, but cold. The snow was at least eight inches deep, and judging from the weather, it wasn’t going to let up soon, which meant more snow, maybe even a feet.

It had never snowed this much back in England, and he recalled reading many books about the characters romping around in the snow, making snowmen and having snowball fights. It almost made him want to make a small snowball right there and then - but he was 23, it would look terribly immature.

But no one was around.

Arthur took the hands or of his warm pockets and immediately grabbed a handful of snow, rolling it in his hands to create a miniature snow ball. Smiling a bit to himself, he put it down on the ground and patted it gently.

Ah, how he wanted to really play in the snow for once, be a child for just one beautiful day…

He didn’t hear the footsteps, the snow having softened the sound drastically until they were only a few feet away.

[thusunspoken]

      Staring ahead, he tugged on his scarf to tighten its hold against his face. He had come out to enjoy the thrills that came with a rarity of snow hitting Prava, and found himself happy that he had dressed for the occasion-- layers everywhere. A mask covered his nose and mouth, a scarf covered his mask; the peppered sweater he wore was thick, but the black jacket he layered over it was thicker; his toes were covered by socks and boots, his fingers were clothed in gloves. Still, he could feel the winter air pushing itself past the many barriers he had set against it. Beneath all of the layers, he smiled.

      It felt nice.

      His attention averted back to his book as he continued to watch his surroundings from his peripheral. It seemed not many shared his line of thought; very few figures passed him. He leaned against the wall of a nearby building-- an apartment complex, if he was correct --and let out a slow breath. Weren't snow days supposed to be bring people out? He couldn't blame a person for not wanting to go out in this weather; he himself had nearly fallen on his face when making his way to the empty area, courtesy of a loose patch hiding beneath the hills of white around. Even so-- it wasn't often that the city had snowfall, especially such heavy snowfall. It seemed as though someone should be excited about it.

      As this thought occurred to him, he noticed a stranger in the distance.

      Pools of dark brown settled on a figure leaving what he assumed to be their home. At first, Kakashi began to his settle his attention back to his novel, thinking the other was probably an unfortunate soul forced to leave the complex they really would have preferred to stay in; however, upon noticing the figure bending down, his gaze once again rose. 

      It looked as though he-- or what Kakashi assumed to be a male --was making a snowball. With no one around, what could he possibly hope to do with it? It seemed the stranger didn't know the answer, either; he had molded the simple sphere only to place it on the ground once more. Intrigued, Kakashi put his book in his coat pocket before making his way over to the person. Yes, the male had put the snowball down, but the fact that he had made it in the first place held some sort of meaning, didn't it? 

      "It's probably best that you put it down," he commented in a nearly peaceful tone. Approaching from behind, he moved to avoid the stranger before picking up the lump of snow that had been discarded. He held the small ball of white in one gloved hand while using the other to touch his chin in a thoughtful manner. "A snowball as light as this makes for a poor weapon choice." He dropped the appendage at his face before inspecting the sphere once more. "A true snow warrior must be prepared for whatever is to come."

      As always, his voice was casual, perhaps even relaxed. His teasing could be taken seriously; his tone gave no hint of weather or not he was kidding.

[thusunspoken]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴᴇ: ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏʀɴ?

Kakashi was born in the heart of Tokyo, Japan. While his father was born and raised in Tokyo himself, his mother was brought to existence in Prava, hence why his grandparents live in Prava and why he lives there now, as well.

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  « —「● New surroundings, new territory, new faces.. Everything was new, whether the buildings were old and struck with poverty, or if they were recently built and overflowing with citizens..Either way, it was all new to her. That, and foreign. It was one of the most dangerous things, as it always tended to make her rather uncomfortable. Ino by nature was a rather loud, boisterous young lady. It was never difficult to make friends or fit in wherever her surroundings were. Her family used to say she had a certain grace and confidence about her that attracted others. Constantly she would have people wanted to befriend her or speak to her, but never once did they consider how she felt about it all. Sure, she was confident on the surface, but deep inside is unspoken territory. Never before had her problems arisen to the outside world.

  It would be foolish of her to announce it so easily. It was her struggle, only hers. Unfortunately, being in such an atmosphere almost made those problems disappear. Only when she felt the pressure of having to lead a new life did she realize how dangerous this was. Her mind was sent into a flurry, pupils dilating as she focused on one point before her. It happened to be the head of a person whom decided on this day to enter Belle Fleures. Whatever went through their mind for them to decide they wanted flowers, well it was beyond her. Surely they couldn’t have just happened to be walking by. Perhaps someone notified them of the re-opening of the shop?

  Her father ran it for years alongside her mother. When the time came for her passing, the shop was shut down and never opened again.. Until, of course, Ino came to visit. She fell in love with the idea of having such gorgeous bits of nature so close to something she also enjoyed..love. Prava was the heart and soul of love and that she was certain of. It made her eyes sparkling and her fingers twitch. Excitement. Enthusiasm. Those were her first thoughts upon the place. But now that she was actually working..it was rather boring. Boring and quiet, that was how she’d deem it. Though her eyes continued to fixate on the bobbing head of the stranger. What were they looking at? It only managed to cross her mind for a split second, but..they were looking at her. ❝…Can I help you?❞ She quickly spit the words out, almost as if she was flustered.

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      Many thoughts crossed his mind as he made his way through the streets of Prava.

      Was the woman ahead of him aware of her tag sticking out?

How did the father beside him manage to deal with those headache-children of his?

      What kind of father would Kakashi be if he were to have children?

What would his life have been like if he had, had a father? 

      All of these questions passed in and out of his head without so much as to being able to touch his expression. His eyes remained gently fixed ahead while his mind stretched its fingers out further than they could reach. One idea had been able to seep into his movements and had his head tilted as he awaited within a crowd for a crosswalk light to direct them to move-- 

      Had he turned the stove off before he left?

      Kakashi moved when he was supposed to, but kept his internal attention fixated on that one inquiry. Every part of his morning could be recollected, save for whether or not he had turned the stove off. It didn't particularly bug him, but he wondered how safe his dorm would be if he had forgotten to turn it off? Stopping before a floral stop, he silently decided that it didn't matter; he would deal with it when he got home. He looked up to a sign that read "Belle Fleures". 

      "This must be the place."

       Inside the store was nearly overwhelming. Flowers of all shapes, shades, sizes, and hues stood ready to be claimed. He had thought his hunt for a particular rose would have been simple, but once he began to look for that certain rose, he found the task was much more complicated. Perhaps it was because one of his eyes were bad that he couldn't decide which was the correct colour. Perhaps he was just bad with colours. Whatever it was, looking at the sea of flowers before him did nothing to solve his small dilemma. All it did was make his eyes spin with petals. 

      It looked as though he would need help in this. He approached the only other person he could find in the shop-- a distracted looking blonde --and found himself watching her a moment. What had her attention captured? It seemed his gaze had caught her off guard-- she had blurted out her question --and Kakashi offered an apologetic expression as he scratched the back of his head.

      "Ah, sorry to bother you, but do you carry lavender roses here?"

      His grandmother had been thrilled when she had heard of Belle Fleures reopening; all she had talked about for weeks were their lavender roses.