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“ Hey there. ” Nagisa greets the young man drinking alone. “ Can I sit here? ” she inquires, gesturing to the empty chair at the table. A friday night, and things are packed ( as is typical ). Groups of friends spread out across tables and barstools, making little room for someone by themselves to squeeze in.

Nagisa had two options on coming in: she could set herself at the vacant seat remaining with the inebriated group of college boys, or she could sit with the quiet, blue-eyed stranger nearby ( but so obviously by himself ). She took a chance with the lone young man, getting a good feeling from him ( and much less of a threat compared to the drunk college kids ).

Waiting for the answer, she draws a thin hand through her peach-colored hair, stoping just at the tips of one of her strands and fiddling with it. 

          the wilds was a dangerous place but many assumed the danger would come from the monsters that roamed about . but to a rare few that danger came from the people . the siren was the only of her kinds having being born from a zora female and a hylian male . she was rather a bit of an outcast among both races but they tolerated her for she was quite kind and docile . still , many dangers came from being mostly alone . a danger such as in the moment was a fishing net having been left behind to bring in the next day in hopes of catching many a fish ( which had little means of escape since it was in a flowing river . now caught by hylian nets she was easy target for the monsters that lurked near the water .

     ✖ II — Having been followed all afternoon by some random man from work, who just couldn’t take no for an answer, Itachi was ready to take desperate measures, or at least work up a good plan to get rid of him. An idea came soon when he saw a guy standing by himself, a sight that made Itachi move towards him until he was right beside him.

Speaking the words, Itachi expected the confusion, though, hoped the stranger wouldn’t mind.

Feeling the hand close around his softer one, slight relief came. The difference in their hand care was clear, but it was not something Itachi minded as he gazed briefly over his shoulder to see if the guy that had been following him had given up. Spotting the male still there, Itachi didn’t let go of the stranger’s hand, but by now, focused on him with a casual expression, wanting to appear in the role as he began to answer the question,

“  There is someone following me, someone who doesn’t take no for an answer.                                                                      And calling the police is rather bothersome.  “

Send “☕” to bring my muse a cup of coffee!

@wildherc

~~Zelda~~

Nonverbal RP Starters | accepting.

>> 🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

Soft fingers from strong arms lay a bloom above her ears. The vivid colors complement the rich tone of her hair, and warm brown of her eyes.

There is no way Nagisa can fight the blush that settles on her cheeks. When a handsome, strong mystery man does such a sweet gesture, who couldn’t help but blush?

Well, it definitely helped that he has a cool sword.