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Due to personal reasons I will be disappearing under mysterious circumstances
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Shaken out of his daze, blue eyes sharpen and snap in the direction of the stranger. His thoughts from last night are returning. If he could just focus…be still for a few seconds.
“I ain’t tryin’ to steal from ya asshole!” He crawls off the sleeping bag with a grunt. Pushing himself to his feet he turns his attention back to the other.
“Geez, couldn’t give me a minute? ‘Sides if I were really tryin’ to take your shitty sleepin’ bag I wouldn’t be here anymore!”
This thief’s eyes were bleary and he glares, waiting for the other to be able to focus on him.
“Whatever ass hole!” He shouts up. “Whether you were trying to steal or not, you were trying to take my stuff! It ain’t yours!” He scowls.
“Who are you anyway? You’re not from these streets, from around here! Get lost would you?!”
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So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence.
R. Arnold (via purplebuddhaquotes)
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➤ ☾ ℳ ☽ Sarada, Sarada – has he seen Sarada? The last he could recall was a brief meeting yesterday, but afterward, she’s disappeared. ❝No, I haven’t. Why? Is she lost? ❞
Great.
“No. She’s sick.” And her mother hasn’t let him see her in two weeks, coming to the school grounds was a game of chance, but at this point, he’s running out of options. “When was the last time she was in class?”
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Naruto blinks to clear out the sands of sleep. Huh? Sleeping bag?
“…sleepin…huh? What?”
Wait where is he?
“I said get the fuck off of my shit.” He tugs at the sheet of material underneath the stranger and glares.
“This is mine, I found it. You want to steal shit from people? Find someone else ‘cos I’m not giving up my stuff for anyone.”
Surprised he's still above ground? A little. "I thought you might have died, or worse."
“Never.” He mutters, seemingly retreating further into the large sleeves and hood of his sweatshirt.
“Or worse? What’s the worst?”