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geraru:

奈良シカダイ for temariiz

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pops in to give these cute little icons with Boruto with the byakugan.

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that feel when you forget Temari is a thing

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Hey i’ll be here to do some replies! Mom’s planning to take me out though, afterwards I will do my drafts, sorry for the wait for those who are waiting!

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She had that look in her eyes. The look of a graceful storm that was going to change the world.

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        I love making fan art icons tbh, Temari is gorgeous~

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         Beaming at his mother, a grin involuntarily gracing the restrained expression. How was he supposed to hold in his laughter if his mom was going to laugh as well. In turn, Shikadai was just grateful she wasn’t pissed off like she was two minutes ago.

                                                            ❝are all females like this?                                                      I will never understand their ways..❞

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             Like two peas in a pod, Temari couldn’t stay mad at her son for to long. Both their amused expressions matched each other as well. This chain of events brought back memories of a certain slacker. How the blonde loved to tease and mess with the shadow manipulator. It was also quite funny to imagine the Uchiha girl developing a crush on her son too.  “Some girls love to pick on guys, I can’t speak for all of them, though.” 

        “You know, she might like you if she’s picking on you a lot.” She’d tease her son with a grin.

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remember when shikamaru was one of the only people to resist kabutos sleep grnjutsu but laid down on the ground and went to sleep anyway lmaao

[xshikadai]

         Shikadai mimicked his own mothers sigh; what an understatement. It was humorous to think of the elder male in such a situation, stifling his laughter had almost been difficult.

                                    ❝che— I don’t know. Maybe she was so BORED                                                        with her own life she had to meddle into mine.                                                                           frickin’ bothersome.❞

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           A small giggle escaped past her lips, chuckling at her son trying to withhold his laughter. All anger was gone off of her face, for the most part. Gently her palm would meet the top of his head, ruffling black locks playfully. 

              “That’s a possibility, but don’t let her know shes getting on your nerves. That’ll encourage her more.”

[laetia]

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[laetia]

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奈良 シカ マル

happy birthday Kathi, i love you! ♥

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goodnight everyone! I shall respond to everything tomorrow <3

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             i’m five away from my first hundred on Temari..

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          For some odd reason, Chouchou had           insisted she be the one to go and fetch           the young Nara. Honestly, she did not           understand it at first, then her dear friend           made the very convincing argument that           she was one of the more capable ones &           that she could be the only one to do that.           Why did she fall for that again ? There was           a small sigh, before the young girl ever to           hesitantly gave the door a small tap, tap, tap.           From what she could remember, Shikadai’s           mother could be pretty scary, however Sarada           did think that all mothers had that ability when           they’d wanted. Now, all she had to do was wait           for the door to open.

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             The kunochi was busy drying the last few dishes that needed cleaning, putting away the last remaining one her ears picked up on the sounds of the door. Good thing she just turned the water off, or she wouldn’t of heard the soft knocks. Her husband was out with the hokage, so there was no hope of him getting the door. Not to mention the almost spitting image of him, her little prodigy was napping. Quickly drawing her hands off, feet would creak against the wood floor as she’d walk to answer the door. 

          Behind the door laid the young Uchiha, dark locks that resembled her father’s. Yet a face that resembled the pink haired kunochi in many ways. She was a sweet and smart kid, Temari was actually fond of her and didn’t mind her presence. Yet, the blonde was surprised to see her out of the blue at her doorstep. Still, a soft tone was given as emerald orbs gazed at the young ninja.

          “Oh, hello Sarada-san. What brings you here?”

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         Upon her disapproving glare his resolve wavered; man did she know how to make him feel terrible about the whole ordeal.

                                        ❝—–I neveronce said you were old I                                                         promise. Sarada is just trying to                                                                    get me in trouble!❞

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        A sigh passed through the woman’s lips, arms crossing as she glanced down at her son. She could see that scenario occurring, kids will be kids after all. 

      “Letting girls pick on you so easily? Don’t be like your father. Why would she want to get you in trouble?”