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hinata had her head bowed, embarrassed and sad at what happened. she stood before him with a little more than a black eye and she tried not to show that she was shaken. he was disappointed with her - she could tell. “i-it wasn’t my fault!” she protested, touching the tender area on her skin, flinching a little. “all i did…was try to get the old lady’s cat from the tree and i hit a branch,” she said although that wasn’t all. she had been also robbed of the little money she had saved up, hence her black eye. but she didn’t want to worry madara even more. she was enough of a disappointment as is.

“Child,” Madara’s hand came up underneath her chin and tilted her head up, looking over her face, “Do not lie to me. Such things are easily seen through.”

He was sure that something else happened, he knew that Hinata was more than capable of using chakra to affix herself to the tree, seeing as he taught her himself. “Tell me what happened, and I’ll help you. Whatever it is.”

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“You know, at one point my Okaa-san made Izuna and I put on a play about the founding of the Uchiha Clan for one of the elder’s birthdays.” His voice goes from amused to dry so very quickly.

“It was so very fun.”

She was tempted to send him on a fool’s errand, like picking twigs out of the gutter pipe, but even she was not quite that tempered just yet. “This is my second baby, and we’re living in a much different scenario.” She reminded pertly, continuing to knit. The house sparkled under Madara’s aggressive attention, but she was starting to get bored. “I don’t think we’ll be sending Genji off to march with the men, and Itachi is more likely to come home and fall asleep with me than he is to fight an impromptu battle.”

Peace was good. She thought it was good that she was used to it. Madara however, needed to be chipped away at a little more.

“Why don’t you do something you think the baby would enjoy?” She guessed. “Hashirama brought over the nicest looking bonsai for the room to make it more…tranquil. Maybe you could make something too.”

“... I’m decent at woodcarving..and woodburning.” Madara was decent at a lot of things--, “My mother used to do ink painting and calligraphy. It might be a good thing to occupy my time with.”

His writing was legible, and that was it. There was nothing special about it other than the fact that he used bold strokes and bold lines, for easy reading. “I could make a few trinkets, or baubles.”

Children’s toys, of course.

“O que é que tem em mente agora?” A Rainha perguntou, braços cruzados e a cabeça ligeiramente pendendo para um dos lados enquanto encarava o Guardião. Estar pronta era pouco para definir Emily Kaldwin, já com as armas prontas e junto de si. “Estou curiosa para saber qual vai ser o meu próximo desafio.”

Where did you get them?!

The comics/stickers I got from Happy Harbor Comics, and the figurine I got from a Collectable store in the West Edmonton Mall. Unfortunately, neither of these are very useful unless you live in Canada!