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              “ah-------”  an  awkward  wave’s  given  of  in  greeting.  “mornin’”  a  beat.  “since  when  do  you  answer  the  estate’s  door?” 

@fatedgenius / sc

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            how  was  it  that  he  got  dragged  into  this  again?  brows  hitch  up  an  inch  &  his  gait  slows  until  he’s  at  his  friend’s  flank.  “are  you  really  okay  with  this?” 

@educatr / sc. 

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         “hey,  it’s  not  that  bad.”  it’s  apparent  that  he’s  lying,  what  with  the  way  he  tucks  his  nose  into  his  knuckles  to  block  the  pungent  scent.  “what  is  that  -----  a  stinkbug? where  did  you  even  find  that  thing.” 

@konosight / sc. 

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Brushing hair out of mine’s face + konofang. ( don't judge me bambi )

platonic touch | accepting

Quiet moments are her favorite; free of obligation and worry. Such are a rarity nowadays, and so she treasures them dearly. Time spent with a friend is even more precious; no matter how far life takes her there will always be the fierce fondness for her team. It is a bond that she never wishes to lose, and feels safe in the fact that it never will unravel. Not as long as she can help it. 

So it is more comfortable and natural than anything to curl against Kiba’s side, lazy and half-asleep. Warmth along her spine and side eases the slight winter chill, slight movements of his chest with every breath a distraction that she regards fondly. Foolishly, she’d chosen to curl her legs beneath her and now she hasn’t the energy to move. Even if they are falling asleep, she’d be damned to give up her spot burrowed against Kiba. 

Her head nods even as she turns the page of her novel, finger smoothing down the dog-eared edges. It’s one of her favorites, and well-worn. The leather is pale from repeated handling and it fits warm and familiar in her hand. Soft tones are a low murmur as she reads aloud, smiling at the parts that never fail to amuse. 

She doesn’t feel self-conscious when she pitches her voice high to resemble that of a mischievous spirit, or switches to the low grumble of a mountain-oni. 

A yawn interrupts her, traitorous and low. Futilely, she tries to mute the noise with a raised hand, palm covering her mouth before brushing once again at hair that refuses to stay behind her ear. Always, always she forgets to bring pins and bobs to tie it up. After all these years she still isn’t used to accommodating its length, apparently. 

Helpful hands, large and calloused as her own, take over the duty of pulling back her hair to a low draw at the nape of her neck. She swears she feels his breath against the shell of a delicate ear, against her jaw, before he rumbles out a chuckle. 

❛   Th-thank you, Kiba.   ❜ Embarrassment stops her from turning to face him, instead opting to study the words upon pages as a blush spreads across her cheeks tellingly.  ❛   Do you have anything to tie it up with ?  ❜ He has always been so helpful in that way, especially of late.    

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softheartes.

❛   Ah, I hadn’t even noticed. It doesn’t really unless  —-   ❜ she suppresses her wince; Kiba is being as gentle as possible.  ❛   Unless I mess with it.   ❜ Calloused fingers brush against his as she halfheartedly shoos his mothering away. Knowing her teammate’s stubbornness she doesn’t try too hard to dissuade him, and instead picks her own section to unravel. 

❛   There was so much else going on … maybe I should cut it. It gets in the way sometimes.  ❜ She hums thoughtfully, taking a band from her wrist and offering it for him to take. With the mission over they now have the time to collect themselves before heading back, and for that she is grateful.

          he  doesn’t  mind  the  bat,  his  hands  shying  away  from  their  task  as  she  settles  in  to  help  him.  there’s  a  twist  to  his  lips  as  he  thinks  back  to  their  genin  year.  hinata’s hair  had  been  short  then.  “ i  dunno.  i  kinda  like  it  long;  what  if  you  just  tie  it  back  more?” 

           kiba  takes  the  band  with  a  swallowed  thanks.  it  snaps  over  his  wrist  as  he  carefully  gathers  her  hair  within  his  hands  to   maneuver  &  tie  it  off  into  something  of  a  messy  bun.  --- at  least  this  way  it  wouldn’t  get  caught  on  branches,  or  tactical  gear.  “better?” 

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       * / starter call maybe?

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I blame this entirely on Sara

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              “hina ----”  he’s  quick  to  catch her.  a  hand  on  her  shoulder  to  halt  her  pace.  &  there’s  care  to  his  movements  as  he  threads  his  fingers  into  her  tresses,  unknotting  the  bird’s  nest  that’s  taken  root  upon  her  crown  ----  unraveling  twigs  &  leaves  alike  from  it.

             “doesn’t  this  hurt?  ----  it’s  only  gonna  get  worse  out  here.”  there’s  a  pause,  a thoughtful  tilt  to  his  head.  “hey.  let  me  put  it  up  for  you.” 

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angry boy inuzuka.