Blossoming.

“well- well,” ino’s sheepish, embarrassment filling her cheeks in hues of pink and red, and she looks away, hands twisting together, “she ran out under my feet this morning when i was opening up the shop--- and i couldn’t stop to catch her at the time.” 

“well-- not exactly. it’s just--- it’s weird to think that maybe, in those little stars , that there might be other worlds. one where --- i’m, more outgoing and vibrant.” 

“w-well, like-- i like flowers and art !! so like that i guess?” 

“hinata-chan, hinata-chan!!!” a pause, “----have you seen marmalade? she’s ran off again.” 

“shikamaru-kun, i brought lunch today for the report mission.” 

“do you think that maybe--- there are alternate universes out there, shikamaru-kun?” 

“what kind of things are you into?” 

“sakura-chan, are you sure this looks good?? it feels--- ah, a bit tight?” 

like this for a one liner.