| [Oct. 19th, 2013|04:11 am] |
"And run up my tab even more?" Ryouma lifted the vest off Naruto and gave him the pouch-heavy utility belt instead, which easily lapped twice around his waist. "I've still got two rescues and a shower to catch up on. Plus, what, five very rude awakenings?"
"Six and a half," Kakashi said. "Counting that time you were actually awake and faking. But you've punched me twice now. Actually, Naruto-kun, you owe him a second kick."
"You can put that on my tab," Ryouma said, shifting off the bed. He peeled out of his stiff, sweat-stinking shirt and tossed it in the vague direction of the laundry basket. "Besides, you deserved punching both times. I was sleepin' peacefully, bothering nobody…"
Naruto was staring at him, open-mouthed.
Ryouma realized, belatedly, that decorative tattoos and nipple-piercings probably weren't the usual accoutrements for the Hokage's Guard. Wolf and the others likely didn't regularly get half-naked in front of the Hokage's son anyway. Even Kakashi had tipped his head sideways, as if he was trying to recall whether or not the glittering dragon coiling over Ryouma's left pectoral had been there during that abrasively efficient shower in Hayama.
"Told you I was inked," Ryouma said, scratching pointlessly at the spiky black design swirling up his right forearm. "Toss me that shirt, will you? Any of 'em."
Kakashi's head tipped the other way. "Maybe a shower first?"
"It's shiny," Naruto breathed. "Is it a dragon? Can I touch it? What's that?" He reached for the nipple-ring.
Ryouma stepped hastily back, nearly against the TV. "That's a grownup thing. You don't get to touch it 'til you're at least eye-level." A shower was sounding like a better idea all the time. "Your niisan can explain," he said heartlessly. "Enjoy the curry."
He grabbed his shower-bucket from the floor by the bed and his towel from the hook on the door, and made his escape. |
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