Hinata Town Roleplay:

They started walking, and after a while Bella yawned. Maybe they should have gone the short way and she could have just ran past the bathhouse. She leaned on Yuki slightly and grabbed his hand for support. "Are we almost there?" she yawned again, tugging his hand slightly as she spoke.

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"Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me!"
~Hamlet, Act III Scene II

Yuki nodded and smiled down at the to, "I don't mind, but it's longer. I warn you now.", he said turning from them.
Mark looked at it and blushed lightly. "T-t-thanks......", he sturred out smiling, "I......hope it dose."

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She sat in the hot springs on the edge of one of the springs. Thinking over her life, she was a simple priestess...she didn't deserve Matsuka's love...or devotion. She loved him with all her heart, but she still didn't believe she deserved his love. He was so good to her.... So amazing. He was adorable and funny, perverted and loving. Everything about him made her love him even more then she already did..and she didn't deserve it.

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Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.

-Matsuka, after a walk found himself back in his room, he had to fake that he was still blind, and still unable to completey comprehend the surroundings. "Seer, Did you leave The priestess at the hot spring?" inquired a lowly monk, with no real title. "Yes, as you may know-- If I disobey the priestess' wishes, I might be executed for doubt in her..." he kept his eyes closed, the monk on the otherside of the rice paper door simply agreed and disippeared. Matsuka opened his eyes slowly, but he shut them again. "..." he remained silent for the longest time in his life, it seemed.-

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"Insert witty and moralistic phrase here"

"I-I...kind of want to be alone..if you don't mind Matsuka...I just need...I..I just need a little time alone.." she said all of this sadly. She didn't even know why she was sad.

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Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.

(Sorry, I was disconnected....)

-Matsuka simply waited, cleanning himself off of the lingering water with a cloth, and he slowly stood up, beganning to adorn himself with his robes. He slowly, though audibly opened the screen door to where Shima was. ".. Would you like me to wait priestess? Or would you like me to depart and let you have time to yourself?" he said in his usual, monotone voice when speaking to her in public to someone else.-

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"Insert witty and moralistic phrase here"

She nodded and gasped as he hugged her once again looking away as he left. She sighed and too began washing herself her blush slowly fading away.. "Yeah."

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Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.

-He wrapped both of his arms around her, hugging her. "Sorry, I'm just getting more perverted.. But.. I do love you, and I want you to bear my children" he said, kissing her on the lips slowly, while loosening his grips. "Maybe soon, or someday..." he slowly got up, walking away. "You haven't washed yet.. Priestess.. You should.." Matsuka smiled as he sat on the side of the hotspring, simply washing off.-

(O.o awww.. I really wished for some hentai! hentai hentai!)

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"Insert witty and moralistic phrase here"

She listened to him intently nodding and blushing hard as his hand went to her breast, she didn't think much of it because it was signifying her heart but as he went lower she squeaked and tried to get away.

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Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you I had no control over.

-Matsuka lowered his hair, and approached her, he placed a hand on her cheek, and rubbed it passionately. "Don't worry about it.. Someone will always hate you, or think ill of you.. There is no need to change for them... don't let the shima in their mind be the shima in your mind.. You are who you are.." he slowly lowered his hand to her breast, where her heart would be, and began to lower it further, then finally to her hip, grinning. "You should be more worried with what I'm thinking..".-

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