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soooo if you can’t tell by the title, i’ve moved him from his humble little sideblog to a blog all his own!

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(birdclay:

“Not quite, but close.”

“Good. The world would have wept if you were

no longer on the market.”

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☱ 小鳥、小鳥 | — Deidara shifts his view from his handiwork in the distance to the man. He raises a brow at the other somewhat suspicious of the offer due to the hint of humor. The dry type, huh? Something that’s he’s use to; only Sasori’s is bone dry compared to this to guy. 

“Why not, yeah.”

“Eh, sorry I don’t have another cup—-”

He poured himself some more and proceeded to offer the thermos to the

stranger. Yu watched as there was a smaller explosion—-probably from the

flames reaching something particularly flammable—-and took another sip

of his tea.

“Glad that’s not my problem. Least they don’t have to worry about paperwork.”

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birdclay:

“Yeah that kind of stuff can be cool and all, but it’s reminding me too much of a certain someone, yeah.”

“What? Your boyfriend?”

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☱ 小鳥、小鳥 | — Enjoying the time he had off, he had chosen this specific location for his vacation spot. It’s rare that he had gotten such a long break from the life-threatening missions. However, Deidara didn’t really mind either spending time on missions or vacation as long as he was able to work with his art, which he made sure he did. Climbing up the rocks from his recent expression of art, he makes his way up to the old man–something he had no problem with.

He’s been here a few times, and this grump is always making an appearance. He just never really bothered to say hi until now. A shit eating grin appears on the bomber’s face as he settles next to him. “Not surprised, yeah,” Deidara comments as he wipes away the ash with a thumb.

The shit eating grin coupled with cheery attitude does little to deter Yu from his

relaxation. At the moment this apparent explosives expert had no beef with

him, so he remained his usual monotone self. He procured a thermos of tea

from his satchel and held it up.

“Tea? Must have been some thirsty work----blowing all that shit up.”

Hopefully his dry sense of humor won’t be lost on he blond.

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birdclay:

Something about irritating this man is turning out to be too much fun for the bomber. “Painting can literally be a pain. Sculpture is a bit more personal in my opinion, yeah.”

“There’s an old lady that does sculptures & puts them in the sea---- coral reefs

grow off of them. It’s...rather lovely, actually. And eerie before the coral grows

onto it. You’d probably enjoy talking to her more than you’d enjoy talking to

me.”

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gregthingscom:

#1 is our 7-part series celebrating… Kurosawa’s THE SEVEN SAMURAI. Sumi ink on paper.

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birdclay:

“They would be better if they did explode, yeah.” Poetry has been one of the few literature that actually bored him to death.

“Eh----of course you’d say that.” He wrinkled his nose & shook his head.

“Personally, I enjoy painting every now & then, though I find I’m oft too

critical to enjoy it.”

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kahixo:

“Being practical doesn’t have anything to do with it. I just wanted to look cool.” 

“It certainly looks interesting. Though in battle very much a hazard.

One yank on one of those and you’d be missing large pieces of flesh.”

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(kirisuccor:)

ᖇEᗰOᖇᗩ;

There was really no need.  Remora had always been able to make ends meet, regardless of whether she opened her home to someone.  She supposed she would do what made him feel the most comfortable, and whatever payment he decided to give her would be taken without TOO much fight.  She’d call it even by actually putting in some work, and making a nice dinner for the night or something.

{ Separate rooms, and all that jazz. }

How RUDE of her; she hadn’t even taken the time to introduce herself.  Golden eyes widened in horror as it dawn on her, her jaw going slack.

{ I am Remora Kariire, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.  So, you said Kirigakure is different than your home? }

Perhaps more small talk would make the situation smoother.

“One would expect, lest things be seen as inappropriate by your peers.”

He honestly couldn’t care less about if they shared a room or not. Sexual

natured things were not something he concerned himself with----especially

when it came to strangers.

“Very different. Though when your home is called the Island of the Tombs

most places are very different. Heh.” Yu was certain that it was he that would

end up being the black sheep of this conversation. That’s how it usually ended,

anyways.

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❝ Look kid, I don’t know why you have all these girls chasing

after you, put you’re not gonna use me as a thing to hide 

behind forever. I’m getting tired of standing here. ❞

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❝ I am the Kage’s current advisor & she has no desire to speak with

foreigners at this current time. If you wish to speak to her, you must 

first speak of your business with me for it to be deemed appropriate.   ❞

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❝ So...this is gonna be kinda rude, but what’s up with

the holes in your face? They don’t seem practical in

any way. ❞

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birdclay:

“You gotta get cultured somehow, hm.”

❝ I... ❞ Sighs & shakes his head. ❝ Y’know, I’m not

going to even argue with that. Granted, one of the

few things considered acceptable in my village is

art in regards to entertainment... I’d just kindly ask 

that you refrain from blowing up my collection of poems,

yes? ❞ 

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❝ ----so you’re gonna go outta your way to make things

explode near me? Or do you really just love my horrible

company that much, hm?  ❞

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You may now flirt with my muse on anon (or not!)

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alexs-rp-shit:

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uchiha-madara-san:

Madara raised his eyebrows, “Not at all.. I was about to take a break, actually..”

“What brings you to my little corner over here?”

His inquiry is polite and quiet as he notes down the page number, closes the book and slides it to the other man.

❝ Tea shoppe was too crowded---- ❞

When the book is slid over to him he bowed, formal as ever even over

such a small thing.

❝ And I happen to be a fan of that author. My home does not get new

titles often. ❞