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escape room but it's actually just my brain

@haganekotetsu continued from here:

The shinobi had run into the woman during one of his routine checks. Just on the outskirts of Konoha, doing his daily patrol duty as one of the gatekeepers. "I dunno," Kotetsu shoots back the same exact expression he's been given and puts his hands on his hips with a pointed flare of sass, "Are you?!"

Chiari is studying him, noting the mirrored expression, with the addition of hands on hips and she tries to not laugh, just a little.

"I was just out for a stroll - is that not allowed?" She gestures around herself to point out the obvious pleasant weather, light breeze included. It does occur to her that she's unintentionally wandered a bit too close to the village, but no matter - it's not like she was doing anything suspicious.

Honestly this post was ooc but this would be chiari’s reaction too

you’re going to use rasengan to make noodles???

Uchiha Rui

Her name echoes in Chiari's mind all day, haunting her much louder than normal. Her mother, one of the numerous ruthlessly slaughtered that day, was lost to her forever in everything but memory. She wonders whether or not there was a memorial to those lost, a grave, something she could visit if she ever felt courageous enough to return. She wouldn't. Coward. Idiot.

It's not like she could have done anything, even if she hadn't been all but returning from the dead several lands away. She would have been another body to be dealt with, another sorry excuse for a shinobi who could do nothing to prevent the inevitable destruction.

Thinking like this is like spiraling down the drain and she tries to fight the sensation of drowning most days but today it threatens to consume her and she lets it. One day won't hurt. Somewhere at the bottom of this glass was an escape she would continue to chase the rest of the night while the noise of this secluded bar clamoured around her.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom.

“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” (Kakashi Hatake)

The voice in the dark apartment startles her and while she doesn't flinch, it sends a chill down her spine. Chiari turns as if in slow motion, releasing her grip on the window she'd been about to close. She's internally cursing herself for not having evaluated this well enough; she had been certain this apartment was vacant, or at least its occupant had been absent for some time.

Biiig miscalculation, she chides herself, turning, hands up in mock surrender toward the source of the voice. It seems to click that his words were not 'what are you doing in my home?' or something akin to that, and she spares a very hasty glance down.

Well, he's not wrong, she thinks noting that the hastily bandaged gash on her arm has bled through the gauze and was leaving a splattering of dark droplets on the carpet.

"Uh... sorry?" she offers an apologetic smile and takes a small step backward toward the window she had entered through.

             i died in that house 

                         and whoever came back

                                                    wasn’t me 

First Impressions sentence starters

“You’re not… how I thought you’d be.”

“Is this what you’re really like, or was that an act?”

“I need to know this is for real. If you’re not genuine, tell me right now.”

“You’re… good at that.”

“I didn’t realize you were - maybe we should start again. I’m [name].”

“So this is what the (in)famous [Name] is like behind closed doors.”

“You have a lot of experience with this.”

“Do you know what people say about you?”

“You’re just like they said.”

“Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”

“I thought they were exaggerating about you.”

“I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time.”

“Am I safe with you?”

“Do you mean that?”

“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.”

“What made you get into this/that line of work?”

“Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”

“You … you chose me.”

“I… no, nothing. I just didn’t realize you were brave.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed/fired, you know.”

“Have you always been like that?”

“That was kind.”

“That was good of you.”

“That was stupid.”

“You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”

“You were there. You didn’t have to be.”

“I think .. I have you to thank, for this.”

“I wouldn’t be here without you.”

“I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you.”

If you die thats a skill issue. It’s on you dog

“I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.” from @haganekotetsu 👀

Chiari freezes in place for but a second, turning to look at the man with a look that says excuse me. "Am I not supposed to be here?"

still traveling through Monday

May get to my singular reply before then lol

We will seeeee

I will probably reblog some memes though