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@shikaku-the-nara continued from here !

"A joke? You think I like her running around the place?" he retorted gently, pushing himself away from the door and walked inside to slouch down inside his fathers office.

"There were some... odd ..things happening last night. I was up late. Some doors kept sliding open and shut, someone messing about in the kitchen. Tiny wet footprints– wasn't Mirai." he waved a hand as if it was nothing to bother about.

"But unfortunately when I was on my way out this morning, old lady Yuzuki was at the door to leave some vitamin snacks for the deer and made a scene of sensing something. She threw me out."

"Oh for goodness sake... I can't believe you let Yuzuki-san in..." Shikaku groaned as he dragged a hand down his face. "Even if there is nothing in there, we won't be allowed back inside until she deems its "safe". I guess we'd better find an inn room for the night."

The elder man stood up and started packing up his papers and putting them away neatly. "Do you have any theories about this?"

“Unexpected good things? Is there something you want to share?” Shikaku asked as he poured them both another drink and getting himself comfortable.

“Of course we can all fish; but Chouza is the only one that has the patience for it. Inoichi tries for a while before getting bored, and he will never gut and clean them. And I just fall asleep. I mean, we are out in the warm sun for hours, can you blame me?”

"Well..."

Was it? How would he even put it to words? He wasn't even sure himself of what he actually meant or if he was making a big thing of something that wasn't really that much of deal. But it felt big, important... It felt nice. Exciting. Warming...

He felt like a thirteen year old to whom a silly little crush meant the entire world, and now he regretted thinking too much about it. The man on his mind meant nothing of the sort, anyway. He couldn't. Why would he? Shikamaru was nothing to fall for. Not that Shikamaru wanted the other man to fall for him..! That would be nothing but ridiculous.

...Though, Shikamaru couldn't say he'd be thrilled if they fell for someone else, either.

"Mh, nah... I'm just... feeling a little less down, I guess. My mood is better." he shrugged, offering a smile before taking another sip of the sake.

Shikamaru then shook his head and definitely showed some understanding about falling asleep in the warm sun. "Happens all the time. At least you have him, then, to make sure you get fed. The only real adult in your little group..." his son teased with a smirk.

Shikaku watched his son’s expression closely as the younger man thought. He recognised that look. Someone had a crush. I wonder who? He wouldn’t push the matter though; not just yet. Yoshino would have - she wouldn’t have waited a single moment and would poke and prod until she had her answer. Shikaku operated differently. He knew Shikamaru would share if and when he was ready, and that was enough for him.

Letting the subject go for now, Shikaku chuckled, “I doubt there was ever much question about that. Even when we were younger people knew that Chouza would be the one to pull us two knuckleheads into line if need be. Hm.. you know, if you have some time off we should go somewhere. I don’t think we’ve ever been away with just the two of us… what do you think?”

Taking the paper gently, Shikaku smiled, “She’s quite the little artist, isn’t she? What prompted this exactly?” He chuckled quietly as he noticed the crown. The picture was definitely going up in his office.

“Maybe you’re right. It’s hard to feel excited for the new year when you’re still trying to get over the last one… a hot spring sounds nice. And maybe it won’t be so bad. Another year closer to retirement anyway - well, not for you.”

Shikaku looked down at the picture again with a soft smile, Mirai was like a granddaughter to him and he loved receiving her artwork. Not many people knew it, but he had quite the collection on the wall of his office. Something to look at to remind him why he did his job in the first place - for the future of the village.

"Holiday gift, I suppose. She's been quite busy, actually. Drawing, making bracelets, collecting furr... I don't know what she's going to do with that, but I guess we'll find out soon enough."

The younger Nara sighed heavily and leaned back on his arms, keeping his legs comfortably underneath the heated table. "Yeah... there are so many things that happen. Lot of bad stuff..." he glanced the book again, smiling a bit to himself, then looked out over their garden. "Some unexpected good things, as well.."

Shikamaru chuckled at the comment about retirement. "Yeeeah, alright... quit gloating.. Take your old geezer club and go fish, or something. I bet Chōza is the only one who actually can fish.."

“Unexpected good things? Is there something you want to share?” Shikaku asked as he poured them both another drink and getting himself comfortable.

“Of course we can all fish; but Chouza is the only one that has the patience for it. Inoichi tries for a while before getting bored, and he will never gut and clean them. And I just fall asleep. I mean, we are out in the warm sun for hours, can you blame me?”

Shikaku raised his own cup and drank it before looking at his hands, “yes and no. I feel strange… maybe it’s because I’m tired or maybe because I was working so I didn’t go to any parties, but this year doesn’t feel very special so far.. does that make sense?”

His son tilted his head to the side and hummed quietly in thought. He knew what his father was talking about, as he'd been feeling the same for most other years. This one, however... was a bit different for him, at least. Shockingly.

"Mmh... Yeah, it does make sense.. It's only been a couple of days into the new year, though, dad. Don't be in such a rush," he teased lightly. "Besides, the year of the Dragon hasn't even started yet, so it might feel different when it comes to that?"

Shikamaru took another sip before re-opening his book again, but letting the bookmark be where it was and went back to the very first page, lifting up a piece of paper from it and handing it to Shikaku. "Mirai drew you this, Mr. King of the Deer..." Shikamaru smirked.

Shikaku was drawn in the middle of the paper, wearing a crown that looked a bit like golden antlers. He was accompanied by some deer and she had drawn herself sitting on one of them beside him.

"You know, maybe you should visit some hot spring and really let yourself relax..."

Taking the paper gently, Shikaku smiled, “She’s quite the little artist, isn’t she? What prompted this exactly?” He chuckled quietly as he noticed the crown. The picture was definitely going up in his office.

“Maybe you’re right. It’s hard to feel excited for the new year when you’re still trying to get over the last one… a hot spring sounds nice. And maybe it won’t be so bad. Another year closer to retirement anyway - well, not for you.”

Shikaku looked down at the picture again with a soft smile, Mirai was like a granddaughter to him and he loved receiving her artwork. Not many people knew it, but he had quite the collection on the wall of his office. Something to look at to remind him why he did his job in the first place - for the future of the village.

@shikaku-the-nara asked:

"Oh," Shikamaru put his newest book down and smiled a bit. "No, don't worry about it.. I've been kinda busy myself. Happy New Year, dad." he accepted the cup and raised it a bit before taking a sip.

"You alright?"

Shikaku raised his own cup and drank it before looking at his hands, “yes and no. I feel strange… maybe it’s because I’m tired or maybe because I was working so I didn’t go to any parties, but this year doesn’t feel very special so far.. does that make sense?”

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GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"

Scar Survey starters

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lets have phone sex over walkie talkies

“bend over” “bend what? over”

I hate this place

&. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  various  dialogue  prompts  to  send  to  your  worst  enemy  (affectionate).  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

“Well if that’s the case then how come this is the fifth time that I’ve been stood up?” Shikaku countered, as he sat up for the food. He grabbed his spoon and ate quietly for a minute before continuing, “And if my friends wives have had the thought then that’s up to them. They are both lovely, but I’m not interested. Besides, I would never hurt Inoichi and Chōza like that.”

The feeling of inadequacy was starting to eat at Shikaku though. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going on to make every date he had been on so far stand him up.

“Do you think they get there and see me with the scars and then they walk out?” He pondered as he took another bite, “this is really good… did you make it?”

"Of course, you aren't..." he kept that sympathetic smile and then took a sip from his cup before putting it down and leaning his upper body onto the table, arms folded to support his head. "Both those women are so greedy, but I'm sure they wouldn't actually make a move. They love their husbands after all, right...?" He had no idea. It wasn't his business, but he was very glad and put at ease that Shikaku would never do something stupid like that.

"Eehh...? I thought chicks liked that, though.. You know, rough manly man... Tell them you got them when saving a trafficked puppy from a Yakuza member. They'll like that." he grinned. He, again, had no idea... The only plan here was to try and cheer his father up.

"Women are a drag, dad... Really troublesome creatures. No one understand how their brains work. But I hardly think they'd turn in the door by just seeing your scars... If they are, then they would just be a waste of time, anyway. Ok?"

"...Maybe you should skip those kind of planned dates and just go out, see what happens. And maybe not even to a bar, just... go outside. To the park, walk down the alley of shops and talk to some random people." he said, pushing himself up on his elbows and taking another sip of his tea.

"Offer your hand to a woman who seems to be struggling with something. Carry her heavy groceries. Little things."

Ah, shit. He didn't like lying... He did a lot recently, but he didn't like it. He couldn't cook to save himself. Maybe rice, but he always burned the bottom half of it. "Uhm... No.. I actually had a friend over earlier, who made it."

"Yeah… I guess you're right. It'll probably be better if it starts more naturally. I just…" Shikaku sighed, "Its hard to get back into the dating game when you're my age… Thanks for your help, Shikamaru."

Finishing his meal, Shikaku laid back down, "Well you should tell him that he's a good cook. Maybe he can teach you." He grinned; only teasing. Shikaku wasn't much of a cook himself and would often buy food instead of worrying about throwing a meal together after work.

"So you had a 'friend' over for dinner.. what else did you do today?"

“You’re acting weird. You been smokin’?” Shikaku asked as he made his way to the kotatsu. “And damn, how many times do I have to tell you to turn this off when your finished with it? It’ll start a fire, you know?” He grumbled, sitting down and moving to half-lay under the nice warm table.

“Well, I was gonna treat a woman to a drink… but she stood me up.” He slurred slightly as he grabbed a cushion and moved to lay his head on it.

“Why do they keep standing me up, Shika? Am I that ugly?”

That would have been a good excuse. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Weird? I'm not acting weird. You're the drunk one, maybe you're being weird."

He heated up some food while cleaning up in the sink. Later, he sat the dish down on the table in front of Shikaku and sat down with him with a cup of tea. Aww, crap... Here it goes... Shikamaru tilted his head slightly and smiled while also giving him a sympathetic look. "No, you're not. Come on," he nudged his foot under the table. "They all fawn over you to a point it's embarrassing to everyone else around. I bet they're just being ridiculous and feel inadequate.."

"I'm pretty damn certain that even the wives of your friends has had the naughty, forbidden thought..." He teased.

“Well if that’s the case then how come this is the fifth time that I’ve been stood up?” Shikaku countered, as he sat up for the food. He grabbed his spoon and ate quietly for a minute before continuing, “And if my friends wives have had the thought then that’s up to them. They are both lovely, but I’m not interested. Besides, I would never hurt Inoichi and Chōza like that.”

The feeling of inadequacy was starting to eat at Shikaku though. He couldn’t help but wonder what was going on to make every date he had been on so far stand him up.

“Do you think they get there and see me with the scars and then they walk out?” He pondered as he took another bite, “this is really good… did you make it?”