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xxxvi — blithe
Utakata blew deftly into his pipe, and a cluster of bubbles emerged from a golden opening.
Then there was the sound of feet trampling grass, and he opened his eyes halfway to contemplate the younger girl in front of him.
A smile was plastered across her face as she bounced about, her hands flying through the air as her nails sought to puncture his finely crafted bubbles.
Pop, pop, pop—
She laughed, her hair flying with her wild movement. "Blow more!"
In lieu of complying with her wishes, Utakata leaned back against the tree behind him.
"You're being silly," he opined in a nonchalant tone.
Kagome then grew still. She turned to him with a serious expression, her fists planted on her hips.
The Rokubi Jinchuuriki's spine straightened on its own accord.
Her head tilted to the side, an unexpected grin revealing the glint of her teeth.
"You need some silliness in your life."
A carefree quality is a whole aspect of life that I will never understand. I don't think I have ever been carefree and can't see the pleasure of it.
—Carter Burwell
Author's Note: Feels good to just write. :)