

The DanceHe watched the tan body as it slid and ground against the other dancers as though the music was a very part of the man's soul. A hand trailed along Genma's cheek before snatching the senbon and placing it in the mouth of the brown haired chunin, who twirled it with his tongue with skill rivaling that of the one he'd stolen it from. The other man slid his body against the thief, before capturing his mouth in a kiss and stealing the senbon back. Iruka simply smiled playfully at him, while running his hands along the girl dancing behind him; her hands running up and down the tan arms.The Dance
The music sped up and so did their motions. He w
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They eat their wounded... just like chiropractors O_o
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Why does DC Comics seem to hate its own characters? They're always either trying to make someone miserable and angsty by putting them through unnecessary trauma, or they're trying to kill them.
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Interesting. I think I'd like to hit deeper on that thought.
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"When choosing between two evils, I always like to choose the one Ive never tried before." -- Mae West
-- Pity the dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac; he stays up all night wondering if there is a dog.--
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"When choosing between two evils, I always like to choose the one Ive never tried before." -- Mae West
-- Pity the dyslexic, agnostic, insomniac; he stays up all night wondering if there is a dog.--
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