I’m Doing A Little Traveling So Replies (all Of Like The One I Owe) May Be A Bit Slow But I’m Around

things I shouldn’t have said while playing games pt. 3

Feel free to change pronouns if needed!

TW: Swearing, Suggestive language

“Take this slice of pizza as a reward for being so good.” “I should kill that bitch for eating my taco.” “I made sure to go to the fanciest place in town when ALL the restaurants are giving away a free meal for a day.” “Just here doing lawn work in my best formal clothes.” “Go to sleep, you fucking idiot.” “Shouldn’t you be in school right now?” “I thought you already left my house.” “Why are you cooking in the bathroom?” “Oh no! I sense a fuckboy nearby!” “You want some pizza? We got pepperoni, pepperoni, oh yeah and pepperoni!” “Nobody better steal my onions!” “Don’t mind the two vaping in the back of the flea market.” “I know you’re not touching MY guitar with YOUR hands.” “Please get your lover out of my house.” “They look like they wanna kill her just for playing badly at the guitar.” “Who the hell are you and why you reading my books in my house?” “What kind of wussy punch was that?” “I hate the fact that outfit actually looks good on her.” “You can’t just be focused, you have to be …VERY focused.” “You two are fighting again? I thought you guys made up literally yesterday.” “Hurry up and eat this burger before I do.” “All the cupcakes are gone, please help me.” “He’s trying to look threatening, but he just looks constipated to me.” “Why do you keep making fights with everyone? Just calm down.” “Of course, everything goes wrong in this house when I take one nap.” “No wonder, no one wants these cookies…they taste like crap.” “Take off that fedora right now or you’re grounded!” “I can’t leave here without my hot dog!” “I smell people having fun, I have to stop it.” “She broke in my house and stole my book.”

I’m supposed to be queueing musings posts and I’m enjoying them too much and just posting them lol

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” (Kakashi Hatake)

The voice in the dark apartment startles her and while she doesn't flinch, it sends a chill down her spine. Chiari turns as if in slow motion, releasing her grip on the window she'd been about to close. She's internally cursing herself for not having evaluated this well enough; she had been certain this apartment was vacant, or at least its occupant had been absent for some time.

Biiig miscalculation, she chides herself, turning, hands up in mock surrender toward the source of the voice. It seems to click that his words were not 'what are you doing in my home?' or something akin to that, and she spares a very hasty glance down.

Well, he's not wrong, she thinks noting that the hastily bandaged gash on her arm has bled through the gauze and was leaving a splattering of dark droplets on the carpet.

"Uh... sorry?" she offers an apologetic smile and takes a small step backward toward the window she had entered through.

in my defense, i was left unattended

Honestly this post was ooc but this would be chiari’s reaction too

you’re going to use rasengan to make noodles???

sometimes suffering is just suffering. 

   it doesn’t make you stronger. 

     it doesn’t build character. 

                                                                it only 

                                                                      … h u r t s

Chiari makes it about three steps before 'hold it' reaches her ears, and the tone, far more authoritative than it was a second ago makes her scrunch her nose up in displeasure.

Fix your face, she chides herself before turning back around with a much more pleasant expression.

"Hidaka Kiyori," she says smoothly, as if she didn't just pull that name out of her ass. She can't lie - picking a name, a new persona whenever she had a random interaction was a bit amusing. "And don't worry, I definitely fit the passerby description." She pauses and then decides to mess with him a little. Just a little won't hurt.

"And what do I call you?"

...

Damn.

She got him good.

His face turns a handful of shades pink at the embarrassment and he takes the moment to look away from her and straighten out his flak vest. He smooths his palms over the front of it then taps on the pouches on each side.

"Right, well," Kotetsu mumbles as he thinks, clears his throat, and watches her start to walk away, committing her face to memory as best he could. Has he seen her before...? Maybe not. He squints an eye and cocks an eyebrow at the back of her head,

"Hold it," his tone is as solid as cold steel, "I'm gonna need a name. It's my duty to this village to report any and all trespassers and passersby. It's standard routine stuff."

.

“My poor mother begged for a sheep but raised a wolf.”

— Michelle K., Four Rhythms. (via michellekpoems)