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Otavio knew without even having to ask that Maria would simply refuse to dance at their wedding. To get her to marry him was difficult enough- the woman had eyes that looked always at something far in the distance. Even when he finally scrounged up the courage and dropped to one knee and proposed to her on that seaside port… goodness gracious, she'd been more enraptured with the sight of the water- choppy waves fighting and eating at each other, reflected light scintillating like small fires flaring up and dying. She'd turned her head just slightly towards him while he waited and uttered a soft "what…?" She never did say yes, but she smiled

Izuna had always had an obsession with tea. Green tea, red tea, flower, seed, root, spice, bud, you name it, he had it. Madara wasn't sure how his younger brother had obtained all of these curious specimens of tea, but when it entertained the guests, he didn't complain. Apparently the Senju were really big on tea. Tobirama, with his hands behind his back, walked down the lean corridor with Izuna, who held an oil lamp in his hand. It was dark all around save for that small light, and Madara noticed his brother and Tobirama paired well together. Izuna was exactly one head shorter than the Senju, and judging from Hashirama's sated expression, h