/silent scream.
[Hinata can be found in the library working on an old project of hers - that dreaded scrapbook.
In actual fact, it hasn't been touched for almost a year or so, but with the apparent 'Nothing' spreading from the basement (she swears she was not affected by drugged cake at the time) which, according to Hanabi, consumes the entire world if people ( Read more... )
In actual fact, it hasn't been touched for almost a year or so, but with the apparent 'Nothing' spreading from the basement (she swears she was not affected by drugged cake at the time) which, according to Hanabi, consumes the entire world if people ( Read more... )
He is about to leave when something catches his eye - something glittery has made its way to the floor.
Now usually, Sasuke Uchiha would ignore such a thing; or better yet, crush and trample such a girly, glittery scrap into the carpet. But as he leans down for a closer inspectionand plucks the little thing off the ground, a shocked expression flickers across his face. Dark eyes grow wide, as he marvels in awe.
It is a little cut out of a kitten, covered in pink sparkles. Sasuke gulps, as he holds the thin little cut out in his hand, as though it is as delicate as glass.
Cats.
His one weakness.
He casts a glance over his shoulder, trying to locate the little cut-outs owner. He finds her - long dark hair obscuring her face, the tell tale sprinkles of glitter marring her fingers and the desk around her. The table is littered with scraps of posters and stickers, photos and glitter. And more cut out kittens.
Sasuke feels his knees grow weak.
He lightly taps her shoulder to get her attention.]
I think you dropped this?
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So naturally, she is appropriately startled when a light tap on the shoulder wrenches her from her current scrapbooking trance.]
Oh- um! [She starts, ever so eloquently, meeting the eyes of Uchiha Sasuke. Until the familiar sight of pink and glitter fashioned into a feline like figure draws her attention.]
Yes, th-that would have been mine.
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The coast seems clear.
He glances down at the table, strewn with all sorts of crafty bits and peices. But most importantly.. kittens.
He pauses to make sure he is composed, face blank. Though he cannot hide the beginnings of an almost soft smile.]
Could I.. help you make some more?
[His question is soft, though spoken boredly - as though he didn't really care either way. But one hand is already hovering over the back of a chair, ready to pull it out, and get... kitten making.]
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... I'd be happy to have Sasuke-san's assistance. [This signals the start of much nervous flailing, clearing some space at the table for his presence.]
[It's unexpected, but who is she to say no?]
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He would have to content himself with paper, sparkly kittens instead. He deftly plucked a pair of scissors from the madness, glittery paper already in his hand.
She had been kind enough to let him make some little crafted cats, so he supposed he would be kind enough to make some small talk.]
Why are you making a scrapbook?
[He asked, making the assumption as he absorbed himself in kitten cut outs. He had already made two little kittens, and was swiftly cutting out a third - they could all be playing together, or..
Reluctantly, he flicked his gaze across her page. It was so glittery and pink, he almost had to shuffle away. It definitely needed more black glitter. or blue. Or purple.
Or something other than blazingly eye burning pink.]
You.. really like sparkles.
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Let alone ask to join her-
Well, it was sort of nice. And in a way, that step of his prompts her not to shy away this time.]
I... think it's a good way of preserving memories. That way, I can look back onto it- and- also look forward to filling in the pages with happenings in the future. I guess? [Aaaand she'll just clamp her mouth shut there. So she's sentimental. She shouldn't bore him with such.]
[She'll just nod dumbly to his sudden observation. Tacky and obnoxious, what's that? It's pretty and colourful and the world needs more sparkle anyway. 8|]
Would you like to use some?
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At least there were going to be cats in there. He wondered vaguely if he would ever have enough people who were close to him to bother making scrapbooks with.
It was a sour thought, so he left it at that.]
Hn. And kittens help with thise whole memory thing?
[He tries not to cringe, because that came out a lot snarkier than he had intended. He put down the three little kittens closer to the book, so they could await their placement on the page - to scamper around smiling pictures of friends. Tch. How boring.
He is on the last of his paper now, and feels as though he is starting to overstay his welcome. He'll cut out one more cat before he stops bothering her.
He blinks at the little pot of glitter glue. It is ominnous and sparkly, and probably won't wash out of his sytem for the next 5 years.]
Okay. The book needs more of it.
[He hadn't mean't to use sarcasm that time, but managed it anyway - deciding it was now or never to reach bravely for the sparkly monstrosity which would probably spell the end of his 'badass' reputation should it ever be found out he used it. The final kitten had been cut out, freed from its paper prison, and now awaited its fate.
He delicately dabbed a happy little face on the kitten, pausing, before adding a bow on its ear.
And a love heart on the end of its tail.
Feeling as though he had sufficiently abused his creation, he pushed it toward Hinata. It was definitely the most sparkly of the lot.]
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