May 13, 2008 11:32
He was out looking for a branch.
Something told him he had to find just the right branch, just the right piece of wood in the right spot at the right time. He didn't know if it was some inborn instinct or just his feelings for Ino which said his sister deserved the very best, dammit, no matter what anyone said about how he felt about his siblings as if he knew anything since he'd been gone and he--
Not constructive. Branch. Looking for a branch.
He'd thought of using something other than wood, but it hadn't seemed right. He wasn't sure if he was going to put the brush on the end (since it wouldn't be used as a broom after all) but he knew he'd have to figure out some sort of bump to make a proper sitting spot. He didn't even know if he was necessarily on the right path. But he had to accomplish something, considering how abysmal things were at the moment (still couldn't make a proper orange in his head, let alone anywhere else) and this would be it. Prove everyone wrong about everything. He'd show them!
Not that he was quite sure who 'them' was.
He picked up an absent branch: not the right one, but he could practice cleaning it up and carving it before touching the one he'd give to Ino. Then he continued looking...
He'd find it. He'd find it if he had to be out here all Ozdamned night.
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preserve,
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