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ForeseenSuddenly, a growl was heard from the other side of the table.
The gang and students at nearby tables looked up to see Akamaru and Diachi had jumped up onto the table, growling at each other.
Some students backed away while the two animals circled each other. Natori jumped into action as she saw Diachi stretching his claws.
Letting out three high pitched whistles, Diachi's ears pricked and, after snapping at Akamaru's tail, he trotted over to his mistress, curling up in her lap, his innocent look resuming.
"Akamaru, heel!" Kiba called just seconds after, and Akamaru jumped up onto his shoulder.
Natori, after smoothing Diachi's fur down, glared at her ex.
"Try to control your dog next time, Inuzuka-san." Their part of the cafeteria was silent as the by-standards watched in fascination.
Kiba let out a sarcastic laugh.
"I should say the same for you, Uzumaki-san. How about you get your dog some training before bringing him into a public place like that?
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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