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|| It’s National Kiss Day! (aka r ip Kasumi)   ;accepting

    A look of bewilderment had taken over the woman’s face. Out of every possibility in a situation, Kasumi had not expected such a thing from her superior. It would take her a minute to warm up to the idea of performing what she viewed as a strictly intimate action, but there was an exception to everything. So with a small, albeit nervous, smile the Kiri woman lightly grasped the Swordsman’s chin as she leaned up to press her lips against his. She wasn’t sure how long to keep contact and pulled back once that thought entered her mind, cheeks warm with a light pinkish tone.

AND THE GENERATED OUTCOME WILL BE USED FOR A SMALL DRABBLE SCENARIO OR STARTER. { TW VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE NONCON/DUBCON IMPLICATIONS, NSFW } 

22. MY MUSE IS IN A FRIGHTENED OR NERVOUS STATE (WHY IS UP TO THE MUN)

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He woke up shaking. Badly. If he were to grab a pin now he wouldn’t be able to.

Nagato needed to get out of the bed and start walking: getting his mind of whatever the fuck he dreamed off usually helped. Nightmares plagued him often, he learned to buzz them off with a walk - barefoot through Amegakure. The cold and wetness slipped into his skin and made him forget: his brain will be telling him to get shelter.

It wasn’t healthy; however raid was the closest thing he had to a counselor in these moments. It was always there, ever-pouring. The crying country for a crying man.

However even with the walk, the shaking didn’t go away. What had he dreamed? Why was he shaking? He forgot. ‘Forget this as well.’ he tried to convince himself internally, walking into the kitchen soaked wet to make himself some tea.

he heard someone entering, just as the water started to boil. Arms tensed, chakra drawn towards fingertips.

“Oh. It’s you...” His voice was far more broken than it should, his hand was still up in the air even when he saw Kisame.

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    Is this enough for you?  Kisame’s question sat in her mind as simple background noise that mixed with the rest of the information her senses pulled in. The heavy smells that coalesced in the air was almost enough to make her wrinkle her nose in disgust and turn home, but the spilled blood around them kept her in place waiting and wanting more. The thick liquid had already begun the dry on her clothing from their first few victims, some still fresh deep reds overlapping older maroon.

    A heavy sigh released from her nose, deep breath taken in to revel in that metallic smell that she somehow found comfort in. Her shoulders slouched with the action, hands nearly dropping the wielded daos as her hands relaxed. That effect didn’t last long however as Kasumi squared her shoulders again, back straighten and head held high. A expressionless face turned to look at the taller man closest to her, eyes empty and cold.

   “Ah, if we didn’t have such strict orders I’d have my swords sinking into every one of their miserable bodies.” A grin became of her features at the thought of letting loose and continuing on with her parade, just imagining the joy she’d feel if she could. A new sound suddenly stole her attention from Kisame, distant wailing filling her ears coming from somewhere among the fallen masses around them. Her grin only stayed as she activated her kekkai genkai, black pupils enlarging to engulf almost all the deep blue color of her eyes, saving just a thin ring around. It was challenging to try and find the heat signature of a living body among the heated haphazard mess they had caused, but with a few steps to the side did she better see her target. She was silent, only making noise from the material she stepped over as she held her head low and shoulders high the closer she came to what she could see was a child. In one fell swoop Kasumi rushed forward and effectively silenced all noise from the figure.

|| Send reactions to my muse having blood on their hands  ;accepting

  That rough voice always threatened to make the kunoichi smirk, corners of her lips so faintly twitching as the action seemed to be halted, but she let it happen just for this occasion, dark eyes ignoring the appearance of the swordsman as they favored the deep red colors of blood her hands had collected from today’s hunt. She flexed her fingers twice before slowly closing them into her palm to form a fist, observing the way the heavy coating oozed from between any free space it could escape. Her smirk only grew with her amusement.