((As of late, I just can’t muse any of my muses. I’m sorry to all my new followers cuz I really am a bad RPer aren’t I. I just lost my spark to RP really and it may be sometime before I can RP again. I need some time mayhaps. So I’ll be over on my personal for the time being which is wistfulvisionary

Once again, I’m really sorry everyone.))

((Whelp, It’s time to go to bed. Goodnight everyone. Let me know if I owe you anything.)) 

inturbiduscuratrix:

        {  }— It is then that something catches in his throat, making it difficult to speak. A sensitive topic; one that would be walked away from under normal circumstances. But this wasn’t quite ‘normal’, was it? An internal sigh.

         "Something good, or … ?" Something terrible?

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Minato twiddle his thumbs; still not wanting to make eye contact. He wondered if thinking how he missed going out with the family for walks and spending time is a good memory even though they have long passed from this world.

"J-just missing how we u-used to go out for w-walks and spend t-time together is all."

(Source: littlebluechild)

inturbiduscuratrix:

         {  }— “You were lost in thought.”

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         ” — -Something important?”

The little boy looked back to his fingers; fidgeting before he responded.

"Urmm..w-well..I was t-thinking of father and mother.."

(Source: littlebluechild)

inturbiduscuratrix:

        {  }— Frigid might be his expression, beneath it concern lay hidden, digits recently interlocked with strands of hair pulled away.

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         "Pay attention."

The little boy regains his composure and looks up at the other telling him to pay attention.

"O-okay..?"

(Source: littlebluechild)

inturbiduscuratrix:

littlebluechild

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           {  }— Delivers a swift but gentle pat to the shorter one’s mass of azure locks.

The swift but gentle pat from the older male took the boy off guard and startled him, breaking his train of thoughts.

”!!”

((Wow, I haven’t been on my RP blogs in forever. I really outta do something about this but I just haven’t been feeling my muse as of late but how’s everyone this morning/afternoon/evening/night? ))

'This isn't home.' The child thought to himself as he wondered how he made it to this small town. Standing around wasn’t going to get him anywhere so he decided to look around for help. He approached a stranger decked in a sort of detective’s outfit and asked “H-hello, s-sorry to be a bother but c-could you tell m-me where I am?”

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