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Hinata huffs disinterestedly, stuffing his hands in his pockets. If he's trying to make it look as if he's entirely uninterested in the shopping trip, he has to take remedial acting lessons. No one from Karasuno misses the utter shine in his eyes as he (poorly attempts to) stealthily look around at all the stuff available in the mall.

"Hey, Daichi-san," calls the middle blocker, readjusting the strap of his bag so it doesn't fall off again. The captain of Karasuno's volleyball team quirks an eyebrow. "I was wondering -- where's Nishinoya-senpai?"

"Oh, that guy?" Daichi says, calmly evading an incoming salesperson as he wonders about their libero's whereabouts. "He mentioned that he had to take care of a few things back home. Something about his aunt."

Hinata visibly deflates, and the rest of the team work to muffle snickers. "Hey, don't worry about Noya, shrimp. He'll be fine," Tanaka crows as he delivers a playful slap to Hinata's back, which quickly goes rigid with a sort of cartoonish vigor.

"Hinata, don't you think those are pretty strange for you to wear inside?"

The boy just looks confused, walking up to the senior setter of the team so he can catch up (hey, it's not his fault he doesn't have long legs like the rest of them). "What do you mean, Sugawara-senpai?"

Suga, apparently, doesn't know what Hinata's talking about, either. He waves a hand at Hinata's feet. "I mean -- your shoes, Hinata. They're a little..."

"Dumbass, those are volleyball shoes," Kageyama butts in with an exasperated sort of sigh. "And they're also kind of terrible."

Hinata's face erupts bright red. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN? YOUR FACE IS TERRIBLE!"

The setter, ignoring Asahi's increasingly high-pitched warnings to "keep quiet, guys, really, keep quiet!", darkens his scowl and takes a long stride towards where Hinata's standing next to Suga. The mall customers are pretty much avoiding them at this point.

Daichi turns around and /smiles/.

Everyone very quickly shuts up, somehow.

(When reminded of that particular moment, Kageyama swears he saw the face of the devil. Hinata goes green and sprints to the nearest bathroom.)

"But still, though, Hinata," Tanaka says, "have you never changed your shoes before? I've seen them for, like, a grand total of every single time you go to practice. Seriously. Never seen you take them off."

Hinata rubs his neck sheepishly. "Not really, Tanaka-senpai. As long as they still fit, I never really found a reason to change them, I guess."

Asahi looks gobsmacked. "When did you last buy a pair?"

"Uh," Hinata starts, "when I was around ten or so, I think?"

"Six years ago," Asahi says, cradling his head in his arms. "/Six years ago/," he repeats, putting a drawing emphasis on each word. "Do you know how dangerous that is, Hinata?!"

"What is?"

"The fact that your shoes look like they're going to explode any moment now, dumbass," Kageyama growls, gesturing at Hinata's feet. "They're not very good for volleyball at the state it's in. Heck, they're probably not any good for anything anymore."

"Hinata," Suga begins with a calm and absolutely terrifying look on his face, "please explain to us why you have not changed your shoes in /six years/."

The orange-haired spiker gulps.

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At the end of the ordeal, it's established that Hinata can't self-care worth anything, is terribly ignorant of the state of his feet, doesn't realize when he grows taller, Asahi's a worrywart, Sugawara is team mom, Daichi is team dad, Tanaka freaks over everything he's oblivious to (which is to say, a lot), Kageyama's basically Hinata's argumentative guardian angel -- and instead of buying more things for the volleyball club Karasuno ends up spending over Hinata. Enough is said.

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I'm gonna try to write a story to express the use of vague languages, alright?

So, the story kinda started like this: I was walking down the road, heading towards the dining hall. About five minutes later, I heard something that sounded more or less like someone running. Surely enough, someone ran past me a few seconds later. Said someone was running so fast that I couldn't even make out said person's face. It was probably a he, though. I think he was screaming something about dogs. I shrugged and continued on my merry way. It wasn't before I heard the crazed barks that I understood what he was screaming about: a rabid dog (or something close to that). I took off a split second later, running as fast as I can, away from that monstrosity. Around a minute later, I reached the dining hall. I'm pretty sure I actually lost the dog around the 30-second mark, but I kept on running anyways (just in case my hearing is actually failing me and the dog was catching up to me). I probably broke my running record by doing so!

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https://goo.gl/images/DU6u5M

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-somehow
-about
-kinda
-whatever
-stuff
-more or less
-almost
-somewhat
-whenever

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http://evilauthor.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/downloads/2011/01/VagueWordsList.pdf

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-kind of
-sort of
-more or less
-somewhere near that
-like how you would call
-rather more like
-can also be expressed like
-somehow or rather
-leaning more to the ..... side
-something like that
-somewhere in the middle

_JIaqingggg&&&Richelle_

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i wrote a thing in class earlier that showcases the use of vague expressions and that sort of stuff so is it okay if i can post it here or something?
in story format, featuring japanese volleyball dorks

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when we don't know  what the thing is such as : -what you call it?
-or something
-things

Make things sound less factual such as : -sort of
-kinda
-kind of
-about
-in or around
-more or less

Made by: Firzanah not hazirah ^_^

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do read this 'stuff' ! :D