BaconYou left again. I was cold and the bed was empty. I sort of had plans on being a grump for the rest of the day, but is that you in the kitchen right now? Are we having bacon? "Mm, morning."Still in those pink boxers, mm? "Morning."You'd rather see me naked? "Watcha making?" That's a deep pan. So we're not having bacon?The windows are wide open, and it's a Sunday. Not that I'd mind, though. "Porridge." No, not bacon. I'm boiling water.But the bacon? "Are you sick?""No "Here, let me give you a kiss, perhaps you'd change your mind. "I love you." See that? That is a pinch of salt going in the water. No, there will
The River Shall Keep this FriendUnsure steps took them to the Nakano River that night, Itachi holding him by the elbow, his grip almost talon-like against the other's arm. When Shisui asks him what it looked like, Itachi's voice carries in whispers like the wind through the rushes around them: "There is nothing to see." For on a night like this, when even the light of the moon refused to shine down on them, Konoha was pitch black, save for the soft glow of lanterns in the distance. But the river-- The river was ominously quiet, patient, little waves lapping over each other. If one listened carefully, it was as if she were calling, ever so softly over the gentle breeze
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Nice pic~