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    It was rare that he seen this side of the blonde, his upbeat personality was always something that hid away any sorrow that he felt from observers even when it was obviously presence. “Dobe.“ He mumbled in response, making no attempt to move from where he stood.  raising an arm up to press firmly against the other males back, reassurance of his company as of current he returned the somewhat needy hug. 

「  」— The use of the familiar nickname only furthered the ninja’s emotions. Something he was used to so much was comforting, but he still felt need to bury his head further into the other’s shoulder and ensure his face was hidden. He’d apologize later if any tears were to fall and stain his shirt, but for now all he desired was to be held. It was one of those occasions when his emotions became too much to merely contain, and acts like this were the only way to relax him and return him to usual perky self. "Neh, don’t let me go.. I don’t care if it’s weird..” He said, words muffled from the fabric, but he was sure that so close to the raven’s ear he was heard. 

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