anyway yay i actually got to do this i didn't think i would have time

Come Find Me VI

So this is a little short, but at least I got something done? I hope you like it anyway, sorry for the delay. This is a turning point in the story. I promise, things get a little better from here. Also @cosmic-melodies, since you asked.

Anxiety jerked his jaw out of Roman’s grip. Roman let him, but didn’t let his gaze shift off the other side. He didn’t know what was going on here, but he knew it was serious. Part of him wanted to go right now and fetch Logic and Morality. But at the same time he didn’t want to risk Anxiety clamming up even more.

“So,” he began slowly, his mind racing. “There are several things I need to address. But let’s start simple. Why weren’t you eating?”

Anxiety wasn’t looking at him. “Why the fuck should I tell you,” he said, his shoulders hunching in.

“Because what you seem to believe,” Roman snapped, frustration and worry bubbling up from within him. “I actually do care about what happens to you! And actually, you know what, let’s start there instead. Why on earth would you think we don’t care about you? We fight, yes, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. That doesn’t mean I want to see you hurt. That doesn’t mean I want to see you like this!”

“You know Princey,” Anxiety said, his hands fiddling with the hem of his jacket, “You’re really good at those pretty words and promises. A real charmer, if you will. But see the thing is, it’s your actions that show the truth. So I don’t think you guys don’t care about me. I know you don’t. So you don’t have to lie and play nice because you think it makes you a hero. Just forget we ever had this conversation and go back to your oh so perfect life. I don’t care anymore.”

Roman’s frown deepened. Anxiety didn’t sound angry like he had before. Now he just sounded defeated. Not to mention what he was actually saying was disturbing.

“You said something about that earlier,” he said, trying to recall the exact words. “Something about learning your lesson, and then later how it took a week for us to find you this time. Wh-what were you talking about.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, okay,” Anxiety told him, his hands beginning to ball into fists. “Nothing fucking matters anymore.”

Roman stared at him. This wasn’t good. He had to figure out where all this was coming from, but if Anxiety couldn’t talk to him, how on earth was he supposed to do that?

Think, Roman, think, he thought. Use your creativity, and work it out.

Okay, he thought. Anxiety hasn’t eaten in week, uh, that’s the same amount of time he talking about us taking to find him. Find. That’s an interring choice of words. And earlier he sounded really upset about why I did come in, talking about how it wasn’t because we cared…

“Did you want us to find you?” he blurted out, things suddenly clicking into place.

“Right now I want you to leave me alone.” Anxiety snarled, his shoulders hunching in defensively.

But Roman wasn’t deterred.

“You wanted us to search for you,” he said, mind racing furiously. “You wanted us to notice that you were gone, to prove that we cared, that we’d help you. And we-“

“Didn’t.” Anxiety finished for him. “Yeah, I noticed that. I mean, I guess part of me always knew, but this past week just helped to make that little fact crystal clear.”

Roman was going to be sick. This was a disaster. They-he had messed up so badly.

“Anxiety, that’s not true. I am so sorry, I, we didn't” he stammered out.

“Really, Roman?” Anxiety rolled his eyes. “I thought we went over this. Telling me a pretty lie won’t magically make this all better. And you know what, maybe this all of best. Now I know what to expect, instead of hop- whatever. Point is, it’s done.”

Roman felt helpless. He could have stopped this days ago. He’d been right by Anxiety’s door, and if he had just reached out and knocked, things would have been better. But he hadn’t, and now he might broken Anxiety’s trust in him forever. And Anxiety was right, there were no words to fix this.

But, maybe, actions might.

The beginnings of a plan beginning to swirl inside his mind, Roman reached out and wrapped his arms around Anxiety.

I’m going to make this up to you, he vowed silently. For what kind of prince would I be if I ignored the injury I so callously dealt you.

Anxiety shoved him away. “Get off,” he hissed.

Prince let him.

“I’m going to go talk to Morality about making soup for lunch,” he said. “I’ll be back soon to bring you some more water though. Try not to move too much. You need to let your body recover.”

Anxiety scoffed “Yeah, yeah, do whatever the hell you want. I really could not care less.”

But Roman could hear the lie in his voice. Anxiety did care what he and the others did, more than he had ever realized.

“I’ll be back soon,” he repeated, then headed towards the door.

Morality was probably in the common room. The trick would be not revealing why he wanted soup. Maybe he could play the random craving card.

True, telling the others might make things easier, and Roman did think they would need to learn at some point what had happened, but he’d promised not to say anything to them. And right now he had already lost enough Anxiety’s trust. He didn’t need to lose anymore.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VII Part VIII

The Season Finale/Bye, Boys

I know I’m late - I had to work all day yesterday and today, and when I first got those jobs I’d anticipated I’d be frustrated about missing the finale live, but, well - after last week’s episode, I mostly wasn’t interested at all. When I sat down tonight to watch it, I almost didn’t want to. I was highkey convinced I wouldn’t like it, and, yeah, I didn’t. Not particularly. I’ve suspected for a while that Supernatural lost its grandeur and sense of tragedy years ago, and all that’s left is a bunch of occasionally magnificent, but mostly unconnected, monster hunts - that they’re grasping at straws to avoid going down paths that would actually make sense because they don’t want to go there - and this finale confirmed all that with the subtlety of a badly driven tank. 

(Really - I was hoping things would be different, but they’re not. As much as this show held my hand and made me laugh and cry in difficult moments and distracted me when real life was plain unbearable, the magic is no longer there. I watched the finale with that same awful weight in your stomach you feel when faced with that one person you no longer love - when you look and look and you don’t understand how you could ever love them in the first place, and then your eye catches something - they way their mouth curves into a smile, perhaps, or the once beloved lilt in their voice, and you realize that oh, that’s how

But still, it’s over.)

So, what happens next?

The honest answer is, I don’t know. I’ve been mostly off tumblr for a week, and while I missed chatting and talking with you guys, this self-imposed break really brought home just how my world has shrunk. I tend to be very intense in what I like, and over the last year, 90% of my free time has been Supernatural. Writing stories, writing metas, creating the odd graphic, reblogging other people’s posts and ooohing and aaaawing at their creations and insight - that was great, but it also cut my mental landscape into a tiny little postcard. And this past week - I did things. I discovered new stuff, I read real books, I faffed around weird Wikipedia pages, I lost myself in other series, I planted beans and basil and edible flowers. And I liked it - a lot. So whatever I do next, I’ll be on tumblr a lot less, because - I’m sorry - I’ve been fearing for a while that Supernatural simply wasn’t worth this level of devotion, and this finale pretty much confirmed that. So - really - I’ll keep reblogging gifs and I’ll probably write the occasional headcanon and feel free to ask me things and come talk to me and everything else, but please know that I’m not that positive about this show anymore, so if you want rainbows and ponies, my blog’s probably not the best place to get them. I’ll definitely keep writing, and I hope I’ve got enough love left in me to finish my DCBB, but other than that - I think I’m done. It’s likely I’ll watch the show next year, but I’ll certainly not anticipate new episodes and squeal at the screen and bleed my own blood all over it or anything. And maybe this will hurt at some point - God, I loved this show so goddamn much - but for now I’m just numb. 

So, here goes - quite possibly, my last meta. 


Cas: Yes, They Went There

This is what we’re all wondering, isn’t it? Is Cas really dead? 

No, he isn’t. If Misha was leaving the show, we’d know about it. Like, of course they’d keep it under wraps until the last episode, but it’d be out today - no reason it wouldn’t. Plus, from a narrative point of view, Cas’ death doesn’t make any sense. He just died after fucking up - again - and he never got to make his Big Choice between Heaven and *coughs* humanity, plus they’re having so much fun jerking us around with that yeah so maybe he and Dean they’re in love thing, why would they stop now? So, honestly, his ‘death’ was his only good moment during this season finale. Like, he obviously wasn’t brainwashed brainwashed, so it didn’t make any sense he wouldn’t involve Sam and Dean in his overly simplistic scheme, plus he’s been acting stupid and out of character the whole time he was on screen - and, I get Cas is hard to write, but come on. Renting a cabin under the name James Novak when he can hypnotize it out of some guy without leaving a paper trace? Reading books and taking online classes about childbirth? This from a guy who’s not a guy at all and has instinctive knowledge of physics and whatever and knows perfectly well that thing inside Kelly isn’t a human child, anyway, so he might as well take woodworking classes for all the good that would do him? Uh. Not to mention his random snooping into alternate dimensions he knew nothing about when he was supposed to be taking care of Kelly - if AU!Bobby had killed him, or if he’d fallen into a pit or whatever else, Kelly would have remained alone in that cabin basically waiting for Lucifer to find her. Honestly - why do they bother writing Cas at all if they can’t get him right?

Destiel: Still Subtext

And more bad news: five seasons of queerbaiting - and counting. This season finale had to be the one with the least amount of UST or pining or any kind of fuckery between them since, I don’t know, ever? Sure, there were moments, and I could list them, but why should I? Look at Cas doing his own thing, and what does it matter if he was staring at the water (possibly thinking about that fish which started everything, and by everything I mean Cas’ love for humanity, and by humanity I mean Dean), and what does it matter if Dean, as usual, is the one fretting about Cas and worrying about Cas and being all undignified and unmanly? It’s been years, and Dean was unusually chatty during the whole finale, so I’m sure some of us were like, ALERT ALERT THIS IS WHEN IT HAPPENS (not me, because I’m grumpy and disillusioned), and nope, not the time. Better luck next season, guys.

Honestly, at this point there are no good options. 

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@lonelywalkingpotato asked:  Yay! Could you do a HC on how RFA+V+Saeran react to genius fem!MC? Not Saeyoung kind of “707” genius, but has literally created new mathematical formulas, one of the fundamental contributors on the subject of quantum physics, etc. Genius female leads are MY guilty pleasure because WHY DO EVERY OTOME GAME HAS A DENSE MC WITH A HAREM. WHAT. (Also, thank you for the offer on messages, I might take that up if you don’t mind sometime later c:)


RFA + V & Saeran reaction to an MC who is a scientific genius!

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What went down in Darkblade
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Ms. Bustier: all right we need a premise for this episode so it's time for student government elections
  • Chloé: and I'm gonna win!
  • Marinette: really? you're absolutely horrible to everyone
  • Marinette: there's literally one person who'd be willing to vote for you and I'm not even sure what her deal is
  • Sabrina: I desire death and destruction the way others desire the air they breathe
  • Marinette: face it Chloé, there's no way you're gonna win
  • Chloé: oh there is bc I blackmailed everyone
  • Marinette: everyone?
  • Chloé: yeah, everyone
  • Chloé: this is how politics works, dontcha know?
  • Marinette: wow that's some real subtle social commentary there
  • Marinette: well I guess I have to run against Chloé
  • Marinette: yay
  • Adrien: now let's see what I'm doing
  • Armand: *attacks Adrien with a sword*
  • Adrien: oh holy f**k a guy is attacking me with a sword
  • Armand: ha! I caught you unawares and successfully penetrated your defenses
  • Adrien: who are you and why are you attacking me with a sword
  • Armand: this is a move my ancestor devised, "dark blade"
  • Adrien: looks like a normal blade to me
  • Armand: no that's the name of my ancestor
  • Armand: or maybe the move he made up, it's not really clear
  • Adrien: that's really odd but whatevs
  • Armand: anyway according to very real history, my ancestor took over the city and then got killed
  • Armand: and then I ran for mayor to continue his legacy
  • Adrien: wow now I understand how André keeps winning
  • Armand: but someday the flag of my ancestor will fly again
  • Adrien: oh, so this is all setup for you to be akumatized, got it
  • Armand: what
  • Nadja: and we're live on TF1 News, here's Armand D'Argencourt who got three percent of the vote in the last mayoral election
  • Armand: oh f**k this
  • Hawkmoth: fly my akuma and all that s**t
  • Darkblade: I HAVE A SWORD
  • Nadja: are you gonna sword me with it?
  • Darkblade: no it's a laser sword
  • Nadja: why
  • Nadja: why not just have a regular sword? or if you're gonna have a laser then why does it have to be in a sword
  • Darkblade: kk you're transforming into one of my knights now
  • Nadja: ok does this mean I get cool fighting skills
  • Darkblade: no just armor
  • Darkblade: so you're pretty much useless and you're gonna be wrecked by Chat Noir
  • Nadja: darn
  • Marinette: ok back to me now
  • Chloé: so anyway my dad's running my student government campaign
  • Chloé: we've got a press event with Jagged Stone!
  • Marinette: this is totally excessive for a student government campaign
  • Marinette: like this would only make sense if you were trying to appeal to huge numbers of people who don't know you personally
  • Marinette: there are literally fourteen students in our class and all but one think you're awful
  • Sabrina: with every word from Chloé's lips our society inches towards its inevitable glorious demise
  • Chloé: this is how my father does politics though
  • Marinette: also doesn't he have mayoral duties to attend to
  • André: nah
  • Darkblade: hey mr. mayor come outta there so I can sword you
  • André: how about nah
  • Darkblade: you have nothing else to say to me?
  • André: nah
  • Darkblade: all right then imma use one of my knights as a battering ram
  • Nadja: I didn't ask for this
  • André: ok time to run and leave all these teens to secure the building, I'm sure they'll be fine
  • Chat Noir: hey Darkblade, knights to meet you!
  • Darkblade: imma sword you
  • Chat Noir: and imma sword you back
  • Jagged Stone: wow those two people are swording each other really hard
  • Jagged Stone: they must be crazed fans of my music so imma go out and play guitar for them
  • Jagged Stone: *plays epic rock solo as Chat Noir and Darkblade fight*
  • Chat Noir: omg this is perf
  • Jagged Stone: *shoots fire out of his guitar like he's in Mad Max*
  • Darkblade: YES
  • Darkblade: can you please play our battle music as we storm the mayor's palace
  • Jagged Stone: sure I got nothin better to do
  • Jagged Stone: have fun storming the palace
  • Darkblade: come forth, my armies!
  • Ladybug: ok Chat Noir let's kick some ass
  • *EPIC FIGHT SET TO JAGGED STONE'S FLAMING GUITAR MUSIC*
  • Darkblade: now imma plant my flag and transform all of the people in Paris into my knights!
  • Darkblade: *plants flag*
  • Chat Noir: I'm callin your bluff bc I'm defs not a knight right now
  • Darkblade: it takes a while
  • Darkblade: see that black tube of stuff things?
  • Darkblade: you only become a knight when that passes through you
  • Chat Noir: that seems really arbitrary and unnecessary
  • Chat Noir: it gives us more time to stop you
  • Chat Noir: Hawkmoth coulda saved a lot of trouble by just having it be instantaneous
  • Darkblade: hmm good point I'll let him know
  • Ladybug: bye bye little butterfly
  • Darkblade: wait I didn't finish letting him know!
  • Ladybug: good bc if he figured that out he might actually start winning
  • Ms. Bustier: and the new class representative is Sabrina bc we can't have Marinette be the best at literally everything
  • Ms. Bustier: also bc I deliberately miscounted the votes in her favor
  • Sabrina: as your representative I stand for bringing about the destruction of the world as we know it
  • Ms. Bustier: now THERE'S our realistic depiction of politics in action
  • ROLL CREDITS
Have a sneak peek of what Yandere Jimin would look like

I’m posting Yandere Taehyung next just to see which one you guys like better. It might take a while. (The other boys have dere types already so I went ahead and put them in as those deres, and for Taehyung in this story, I gave him the one I think would fit him that wasn’t the Yandere.)

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

I could feel his stare on me, for years now I’ve had a problem. Someone was stalking me. 

I would see a figure in the corner of my eyes seemingly no matter where I went and began to think I was delusional, but sure enough even my closest friends began to notice. 

I ask myself what I did to deserve this, but I can’t come up with an answer yet. I just want some peace and quiet.

It started the first day I began working with Bighit entertainment. Having a talent for giving makeovers, I decided to pursue a career in being a stylist. I hadn’t really found many opportunities but as soon as one opened up I went for it.

I was assigned to work with BTS as one of their stylists, but I mostly worked with the maknae, Jungkook.

I had never thought of myself as gorgeous, just average but the way the boys looked at me with such awe made me feel like I wasn’t giving myself enough credit. Especially Park Jimin. The boy watched me like a hawk the first day I came backstage to help them get ready. 

I really thought nothing of it though, considering I’d be wary of anyone who I didn’t know if I were famous. 

The boys all treated me kindly and I formed a sort of bond with them. 

Jungkook would always be shy around me, even when I first arrived. I was acutely aware of the blush that rose to his face every time I smiled at him and I thought it was adorable. 

Taehyung, the second youngest member seemed to harbor and interest in me as well, he always tried to make me laugh and did cute things just to make me smile. 

Jimin always did cute things too whenever I looked in his direction, giving me that little eye smile of his. I wondered what I ever did to be so lucky that I get to be able to call them all friends.

Namjoon had a strangely distant personality for the most part but as the days went on, he seemed to lighten up and smile more.

Hoseok always had a smile on his face whether I was looking his direction or not. He would tell me funny stories and just give me a lot of affection and attention without me even asking for it.

Yoongi was sort of an asshole at times, and his honesty was brutal to say the least. To be honest, I’m sure he’s even made me cry before from how harsh he can actually get. Deep down though, he was a really sweet guy and would apologize the second he had realized how bad the things he said really were.

And last but not least, Jin. 

The ever so lovely Kim Seokjin, was a diva to say the least. Of course, he was hilarious and a great conversationalist, but had a sense of superiority that was very evident in everything he did. You see, Jin doesn’t ask, he demands and at some points I feel truly bad for the poor soul that has to do his make-up and hair.  

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Hello, Beautiful (text messaging) [SaiIno]
  • Setting: Around the time cellular phones became a thing in the Narutoverse, right around the time Sai and Ino started dating.
  • ---
  • *after their first date*
  • Conversation Started: 6:45 p.m.
  • Sai: Hello, beautiful (*¯ ³¯*)♡...
  • Ino: Hi. Who's this?
  • Sai: Who else would it be? ♡♡
  • Ino: Could be anyone, really. ╮( ̄_ ̄)╭
  • Sai: Anyone?(O_O;)
  • Sai: Fine, if anyone can call you beautiful, then I'll call you Miss Beautiful.
  • Sai: So, do you now know who it is?
  • Ino: Sai?
  • Sai: Yay~! You got it right.ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ
  • Ino: Imagining you saying that with a blank face is kinda scary.
  • Sai: Whaaaat? How am I scary? ;---;
  • Ino: Haha. Never mind that.
  • Ino: So...what's up? ヾ(*'▽'*) Why'd you text?
  • Sai: Wait, you need a reason to text somebody? (•ิ_•ิ)?
  • Ino: Well, that's usually how it is.
  • Sai: Oh...
  • Sai: Well, I really don't have any reason, so...sorry for disturbing. (╥_╥)
  • Ino: Wait! It's fine! Don't go...
  • Sai: But I thought you said you needed a reason to text somebody.
  • Ino: Hey, hey, that's not entirely true...you could text someone just because you wanted to talk to them.
  • Sai: Oh...then I guess I do have a reason, after all.
  • Ino: Hm, what might that be?
  • Sai: I wanna talk to you. Is that a bad thing?
  • Ino: No, not at all. I wanted to talk to you too, but I forgot that I didn't have your number.
  • Ino: So I'm glad you texted.
  • Sai: What are you up to?
  • Ino: Not much, I'm just tending to the flower shop. I still get customers as late as 9:00, and I don't have anything to do.
  • Ino: What about you?
  • Sai: Need help with that?
  • Sai: Nothing, really. I'm just practicing a few sketches.
  • Ino: I'm fine, but I'll probably be needing help next week. A wedding's coming up. (╯_╰) What are you sketching?
  • Sai: I can help you if you like. Just a few...things.
  • (He's actually trying to draw her from the top of his head, which he didn't really find difficult at all)
  • Ino: Thank you! I really appreciate it!
  • Sai: No problem. If anything, I should probably thank you.
  • Ino: Why?
  • Sai: You know, for what you did back there...and for earlier. I had a lot of fun.
  • Ino: Don't worry about it! I hope I wasn't talking too much back there. (╯︵╰,) You seemed a little quiet.
  • Sai: I did? No way. I actually said a lot of things.
  • Ino: Ah, I guess ours standards are different. ( ̄▽ ̄)
  • Sai: I enjoyed listening to you talk. But if it troubles you, I'll try my best to speak up a little more. (>_<)
  • Ino: Ah, don't worry. I'm not trying to pressure you or anything.
  • Ino: I just thought that you were uninterested. (;;;*_*)
  • Sai: Uninterested? Why would I be uninterested?
  • Sai: I wouldn't have asked you out if I was uninterested in hearing what you had to say. ( ´ ▽ ` )
  • Ino: Is that so? ( ̄▽ ̄)
  • Sai: Yup. Besides, I know how much of a loudmouth you can be. ☆ ~('▽'人)
  • Ino: Eh? Did you just call me a loudmouth? (╬ Ò﹏Ó)
  • Sai: Hahaha, I'm sorry about that. (シ_ _)シ
  • Ino: Hmpf.
  • Sai: Come on, why don't we just hug it out?
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Sai: (づ ̄ ³ ̄)づ
  • Ino: Fine, fine. Just stop sending those huggy things.
  • Sai: But I like hugs.
  • Ino: Sigh. And I thought you were the quiet and cool type.
  • Sai: Wait...you don't like me anymore? (个_个)
  • Ino: No, that's not it.
  • Ino: I still like you, even though you text like a twelve-year-old.
  • Sai: How?
  • Ino: You keep using these little face thingies.
  • Sai: But you've been using them too, haven't you?
  • Ino: I know. Hahaha. So I guess we're both at fault here.
  • Sai: Heh. We're on the same team now.
  • Sai: Are you still tending to the flower shop?
  • Ino: Yeah. Sorry my reply's a little late. A customer just came in. He wanted to find the perfect flowers for an apology to his wife.
  • Sai: Huh? Flowers...for an apology? By the way, am I bothering you?
  • Ino: No, you aren't. :) Yeah. Every flower has a different meaning.
  • Ino: It's the language of flowers.
  • Sai: Hmm...so what did you recommend?
  • Ino: Carnations. Pink ones, with some white ones. He was so tired from work that he forgot their afternoon date.
  • Sai: What do they mean?
  • Ino: Carnations symbolize devoted love. Pink ones mean that he'll never forget his wife again, and white ones mean that he'll remember her forever.
  • Sai: Oh, that's interesting.
  • Sai: You're constantly surrounded by flowers, aren't you? I think giving you flowers as a present will be difficult.
  • Sai: But I hope I don't relay the wrong message.
  • Ino: Why? What message would you like to relay to me?
  • Sai: Well...
  • Sai: Romantic love?
  • Ino: ROMANTIC LOVE?!
  • Sai: Why? Is that wrong?
  • Ino: No, definitely not...I'm just a little surprised.
  • Sai: Why? Do you dislike me?
  • Ino: No! Why are you asking me all these difficult questions? (ಥ﹏ಥ)
  • Sai: Heh...sorry.
  • Sai: Anyway, isn't it getting a little late?
  • Ino: Nah, it's still a little early.
  • Sai: Want me to come over and walk you home?
  • Ino: Ha? Why would you do that? I'm totally fine.
  • Sai: I'm just worried.
  • Ino: The streets are safe, remember? I'll be fine. No worries, no worries.
  • Sai: But still. You never know if you end up running into a violent, drunk person or a thief...
  • Ino: Fine, fine. I'll be going home soon then.
  • Sai: Please let me know when you're home...or if you run into trouble.
  • Ino: Alright. <( ̄︶ ̄)>
  • Sai: Oh, Ino...
  • Ino: Hm?
  • Sai: Would you...
  • Sai: Would you like to go out on another date next time?
  • Ino: Are you kidding me?
  • Ino: I'd love to go!
  • Ino: So, where are we going?
  • Sai: I honestly haven't thought about that yet, but I'll come up with something.
  • Ino: Alright. I'll trust you with that! (・ω<)☆
  • Ino: Anyway, I don't think any customers are coming in anymore, so I'll close shop right now.
  • Sai: Alright!
  • ----five minutes later----
  • Ino: Are you...standing outside right now?
  • Sai: Wait...that's your flower shop? I never would've guessed!
  • Ino: It's called 'Yamanaka Florists.' How is that not obvious?
  • Sai: I can't lie to you, can I? (╥﹏╥)
  • Sai: I'm just worried about you. Let me walk you home...please.
  • Ino: Fine. Why don't you come inside? It's freezing outside.
  • Sai: Alright.
  • Sai: Hey, why don't we grab something to eat?
  • Ino: Sounds fine to me. Now, get in here before you freeze to death!
  • Sai: Oh...you're worried about me~
  • Ino: Idiot.