It was a busy day in the Torre Celeste; shinobis hurried to report missions or venture out to new assignments. Amid all the business chaos that everyone was drowning in, there was one door open that gave off a very different vibe. A laugh that was like ripples in a still pond after a stone was thrown in. It radiated out the room and into the busy hall which had up until that moment been entirely silent. It was a burst of contagious laughter that could quickly turn the ripples of laughter into high waves of innocent hilarity.
Hak moved around the former office now makeshift playroom like a toy jangled by invisible strings from above; only the puppeteer had to have been drunk. The only thing one could make beneath his coffee-colored red-tinted hair was an innocent smile that could light up any day, no matter how dark. It was the gift of being a child, showing his sparkle of pureness in the hope that those could still shine theirs back at them.
Despite having no playmate today, he ran happily around the room by himself as if the world was his playground. Toys in hand, he giggled over anything and everything he did with a chipmunk-like voice. His brain was alive with his creations as his two figurines were locked in a majestic battle to save whatever kingdom he had conjured up in his imagination. They were sounds many haven't heard in what seemed to be a thousand years and could quite possibly take another thousand years to hear. All his problems were forgotten in this innocent moment, instead, locking away his trauma for a moment of childlike games.
Lost in his imagination, he performed dynamic movements and exaggerated actions. The toy in his left hand escaped his tiny grasp, catapulting itself across the room and into the hallway. It hit the wall with ferocity as his golden orbs scanned the door and could only hope that his new figurine wasn't destroyed during its flight into a solid wall.
The child made his way to the door frame and popped his head out first in an attempt to scan the hallway; however, he failed to look at the other side before waddling like a small penguin towards his toy. Miraculously the item had escaped death, though he would have to be more careful with his new figurines. He had just received them as a gift ever since being taken in by the Main Branch Sennin. He was slightly fearful of the blue-haired woman, and he wouldn't want his new toys taken away abruptly after all. That would sadden him greatly.
Hak moved around the former office now makeshift playroom like a toy jangled by invisible strings from above; only the puppeteer had to have been drunk. The only thing one could make beneath his coffee-colored red-tinted hair was an innocent smile that could light up any day, no matter how dark. It was the gift of being a child, showing his sparkle of pureness in the hope that those could still shine theirs back at them.
Despite having no playmate today, he ran happily around the room by himself as if the world was his playground. Toys in hand, he giggled over anything and everything he did with a chipmunk-like voice. His brain was alive with his creations as his two figurines were locked in a majestic battle to save whatever kingdom he had conjured up in his imagination. They were sounds many haven't heard in what seemed to be a thousand years and could quite possibly take another thousand years to hear. All his problems were forgotten in this innocent moment, instead, locking away his trauma for a moment of childlike games.
Lost in his imagination, he performed dynamic movements and exaggerated actions. The toy in his left hand escaped his tiny grasp, catapulting itself across the room and into the hallway. It hit the wall with ferocity as his golden orbs scanned the door and could only hope that his new figurine wasn't destroyed during its flight into a solid wall.
The child made his way to the door frame and popped his head out first in an attempt to scan the hallway; however, he failed to look at the other side before waddling like a small penguin towards his toy. Miraculously the item had escaped death, though he would have to be more careful with his new figurines. He had just received them as a gift ever since being taken in by the Main Branch Sennin. He was slightly fearful of the blue-haired woman, and he wouldn't want his new toys taken away abruptly after all. That would sadden him greatly.
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