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fallen_ginta ([info]fallen_ginta) wrote in [info]fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-08-07 14:27:00

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Entry tags:ginta, kuromaru

Barking Up the Wrong Tree [closed to Ginta & Kuromaru]
Takes place at the end of January, the same night as Sacred Spaces

Ginta has enjoying a little midnight snack of canned peaches on toaster waffles. Actually perhaps, given the hour, it was more of a pre-dawn breakfast. But since he hadn't slept yet, it really wasn't breakfast. Breakfast was the meal you ate when you got up after you'd been asleep. This was more of a very-delayed midnight snack. Or a midnight snack several hundred kilometers to the west, somewhere in outer Wind Country, where the sun was farther from rising and it really was closer to midnight. Or something like that. Actually Ginta didn't care much about the definitions. He cared about his peach waffles, dripping with syrup and topped with a glob of whipped cream.

He was up so late because he'd come home late, turned in a mission report late, gotten debriefed late, gotten a shower and bath late, and finally when he was clean and pink, wrapped in a lively gold yukata, with his weapons and gear cleaned and polished, waiting for his next mission, his stomach had declared itself hungry. Ginta was never one to deny his stomach peaches and waffles, especially when there was whipped-cream-in-a-can on hand to garnish it with, so at 0245 he popped frozen waffles into his toaster, opened the can of peaches in heavy syrup, and set about making himself his rather-long-after-midnight snack.

He was very, very surprised to hear the sound of a dog scratching at his door. Kuromaru living next door some of the time he'd become somewhat accustomed to, but usually it was the scent of bacon that brought the Inuzuka familiar over. It could be Hoshika, though, he thought. Or Pakkun. Although if one of Kakashi's dogs was looking for him at this hour then either Kakashi had done something monumentally stupid, or the dog had, and had gotten him or herself thrown out for the night.

Oh well. Ginta was in a good mood. He'd even share his peaches.

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-07 05:01 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru was very annoyed. Tsume had changed the seals around the door. She never locked it--never ever ev-ver... Ver. Very veryveryverymuch.

Ever.

He couldn't get in if she locked it. No opposable thumbs, you see. But the seals recognized her chakra. And his chakra. Both their chakra. Because it was one. Oooonnnnnnnne. One biiiiiiig pathway they shared. Like it was one.

Except it wasn't opening. The door, not the chakra. He whined and fell back on the age-old tradition of dogs everywhere: he began to scratch. If he had to, he'd scratch right through the door.

Instead, it opened. He nearly fell inside, staggering forward and headbutting whoever was there.

Who wasn't Tsume. Smelled too much like silk and canned sugar. He lowered his muzzle to crotch-level and sniffed, nearly choking on laundry detergent and tired-ninja. The world tipped. He took three sideways steps to catch himself, fetched up against the doorframe, and looked up.

It could have been Tsume, if it hadn't been too tall. Too blond. Too blue-eyed. Too short hair. Too not-alpha Too nice. Too peachy. And too male. But other than that...

Kuromaru blinked completely dilated eyes and pulled his lips off his teeth in his best approximation of a smile. "What're you doing in my room?"

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-07 05:10 pm UTC (link)
Ginta was surprised. Kuromaru looked a little roughed up, though not so much so that it came anywhere close to explaining his unsteadiness or confusion. There was no obvious blood, just a few burrs lodged in his fur where he must have passed through some dried grass. He didn't look damaged. On the other hand, head injuries weren't always obvious.

"Did you move in with me? I don't think I got the memo. Won't Tsume mind?" He reached down and held one hand out. "Mind if I check you for head bumps? Where's Tsume? You look like you've had a rough night. Want some peaches?"

In retrospect, perhaps throwing a string of sugar-fueled questions at an obviously confused and possibly brain-damaged, man-eater of a wolf-dog with ninja training, was a bad idea. Ginta peered around the door, assuming he'd see Tsume coming off the elevator any second now, or something. But the hall was echoingly empty.

"So." Still no sign of Tsume. And Kuromaru still looked like he was about to fall over. "You want to come in and wait for her? She's okay, right? You want some peaches?"

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-07 05:35 pm UTC (link)
He stared at the funny little human. There were so many questions. He ignored them all, staggered inside, and looked at the futon. It seemed higher than it used to be. And more bed-like. And silkier. He gave the man--Ginta! Ginta of the bacon--an injured look. "Did you change my bed? Why would you do that? It was my bed!"

The world tilted. He let his rump plop to the floor. The floor was somewhat easier to stick to, except his front paws kept sliding out from under him. And, wait, didn't one hurt? He picked it up, realized that was the wrong one, put it down, and picked the other one up.

No, wait, that was the wrong one. He switched again.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-07 08:05 pm UTC (link)
The odd little prancing thing Kuromaru was doing just added to Ginta's worries that the dog's grey-matter was scrambled. He knelt next to him and felt as gently as he could for any obviously crunchy bits of broken skull or huge lumps. There were none. So maybe poison? "I'm pretty sure your bed is still next door, actually," he said, and gave the dog a searching look. "So what happened? You don't seem too worried, so Tsume must be okay, or you'd probably be insane. Although you're acting a little insane. Have you gone insane?"

How do you know if an Inuzuka has gone insane? the joke at the Academy had gone. When they move into a tiny place with a dozen cats. ANBU apartments were pretty small. "You don't want to get a cat, do you? Actually I'm allergic, so if you've gone insane and want to move in with me and get a cat, we're going to have to work something else out. At least about the cat."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-07 08:28 pm UTC (link)
Heeeeeyyyyyy, he was getting scritched! Kuromaru's eyes half closed and he leaned into it blissfully. He reviewed the bits he remembered of what Ginta had just said, and answered the most important one.

"My bed's not next door. It's here. It's alllllways been here. I don't know why you put new things on it. Or made it smell different. Or why you moved in. Why did you move in? Never mind. If we get a cat, I want to eat it. Cats are sooooo tasty, but I've only ever had one. You have to eat them in secret. People get upset if they find out." He leaned a little bit more into the hands. Against the body. Let his legs slide slowly out from under him until his head stretched across Ginta's knees. And then, as if his puppet-strings had just been cut, he stopped trying to hold himself up at all and flopped across the small man.

Then he picked his paw up in the air. Just in case.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-07 08:45 pm UTC (link)
Ginta looked at the paw with his head cocked to one side. It looked perfectly ordinary and undamaged. As did the other one. And it was pretty obvious Kuromaru wasn't suffering from any fractures to the skull by the way he leaned into Ginta's touch. "So... Yeah. Probably a bad idea to eat cats, even if they're tasty. Let's not get one. And I kind of hate to break your bubble but I didn't move in to your room, you seem to think you've moved into mine. But I'm sure Tsume can settle that when she gets here. I kind of would have thought she'd have been here by now, with you acting so drunk..."

That was possibly it! If dogs got drunk. Did dogs get drunk? Fish could get drunk. Ginta remembered an experiment involving adding grain alcohol to a tank full of goldfish and watching them get mellow and stupid, swimming in tightly confused circles.

"You know, it's bad manners to go out drinking with your buddies and leave one of them passed out in a ditch. Tsume's not passed out in a ditch anywhere, is she?"

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-07 10:52 pm UTC (link)
"She'd better not be," Kuromaru rumbled, kicking his back legs until his ribs sprawled over Ginta's lap. If it forced the man's legs to drop lower to the ground, calves tucked under him, Kuromaru didn't mind. He flailed and squirmed until he had one giant paw braced just behind Ginta's ear, keeping him from sliding down the man's thighs, his spine draped across slim knees. "If Raidou left her in a ditch, I'm gonna bite him. Again." He smiled at the memory of the other bites. They had been fun. Very satisfactory.

"An' this is totally my room. I never mix up rooms. I have a great sense of smell. I can sniff really good, too. I don't get mixed up." His tail thumped the floor, but not terribly rhythmically. His jaw opened. His tongue lolled out the side.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-07 10:58 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru was a big dog, and Ginta was a small man. He was also a ninja, and one not afraid to use whatever tricks were necessary to avoid being crushed by an over-sized, inebriated wolf-throwback. When Kuromaru's hoof-like paw crashed against the side of his face, Ginta executed a neat little kawarimi no jutsu, switching himself for a pile of cushions, so that Kuromaru got a soft landing.

Ginta stood to one side, inspecting the belly-up dog, who lay with his legs splayed and an expression that anyone who had ever seen a drunk would recognize as thoroughly pixelated. If Tsume had gone out drinking, maybe that explained it. Inuzuka were odd, after all. Maybe one partner's bender had repercussions for the other.

"You shouldn't bite Raidou, Genma will hunt you down if you do, and that just leads to all sorts of unpleasant stuff and people getting arrested. Anyway if Tsume's with Raidou, I'm pretty sure she's entirely safe. He's almost as gay as I am, only I don't think he realizes it yet. But he's not the kind of guy to abandon a woman in need."

He went into his kitchen and grabbed a large bowl, filling it with water, then took it to the dog. "Here, drink this so you don't get as much of a hangover. Also this really is my apartment. Yours is next door, where it's always been."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-07 11:00 pm UTC (link)
Pillows were niiiiiiiice. Kuromaru squirmed, itching his back, bumping the pillows out of the way until he could itch on the floor, too. Heaving a contented sigh, he let his legs flop in all directions. It was a bit like he was floating.

And then Ginta was talking about Raidou, and he came crashing down. All four legs twisted, his spine jack-knifing until he was upright again, glaring at the world in general because he couldn't quite focus on one thing in particular. He attempted to stalk toward the door, but the floor lurched. Oh, and he'd forgotten to limp. He tried, and sat down instead.

None of that diminished his anger. "Raidou! She shouldn't be out with him. Even if they had a mission. I hate him." He snarled the important word, baring long, white teeth. "He can stay with me, but he shouldn't be out with her."

He'd hurt her. She'd smelled like pain and blood and fear, and he hadn't stopped. It didn't make sense, unless he was one of those dogs that was a little off. That, one moment, was all right, and then wasn't.

He didn't trust Raidou.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-07 11:05 pm UTC (link)
Ginta was, for a moment, stunned into silence. What in the world could Namiashi Raidou possibly have done to earn that kind of animosity? Well a lot of things, probably. Maybe he got another Inuzuka killed on a mission when he was a genin. That thought, macabre as it was, struck Ginta as funny. Raidou. As a genin. It wasn't like the man had sprung fully formed as an adult, or anything, but there was no one Ginta could think of who was less childlike than Raidou.

He still had no idea what Genma saw in the guy. Maybe it was one of those opposites attract things.

Or maybe he was hung. That was a possibility. Although the general rule was that big burly guys like Raidou were kind of on the small-to-average size. But not always. So maybe.

"He's really not the kind of guy I'd worry about," he told Kuromaru and toed the bowl closer to him. "Drink. You're gonna regret it if you don't." Ginta went back to the kitchen to retrieve his now-cold peach waffles. "If you're worried about her, for one thing she can take care of herself and she'd probably whup you for thinking she can't. And also there are a lot less savory guys in ANBU for you to fret over than Raidou. Matsudaira Ranmaru for one. Tall as fuck with a cheesy beard? He's gonna go rogue any day now and kill a whole squadron on his way out. And there's that kid Takuya who likes to come home extra bloody? Those are the kinds of guys you need to look out for, not Raidou."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-07 11:37 pm UTC (link)
His hackles rose. He ignored the water. "Raidou would hurt people. He did hurt people. I don't like Takuya, either. His room smells like urine." Bowl. Water.

His jaw dropped open in another absent smile. "I need another pill. Is it after three yet? I need another pill if it is. But not if it isn't." That was important. If he didn't remember the pills, Waki would come for him.

"But I could take Ranmaru. Don't worry," he added, words slowly filtering through to his brain. The whole world seemed floaty. He dog-grinned again.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-07 11:54 pm UTC (link)
"If you need pills for an illness or injury, then I'd advise against picking any fights with Ranmaru. Wait until you're in top form."

Pills. That explained things, maybe. Pills on a schedule usually meant a medic was involved somewhere in the picture. Ginta looked more closely at Kuromaru and decided the glassiness in his eyes and looseness of his limbs might indeed be a side effect of medication rather than alcohol.

"Are those your pills?" he asked, pointing at a small pouch tied to the chain around Kuromaru's neck. "It's almost three. Probably just exactly. If you take your pills will you drink some water? I still think you need some water. Why do you need pills? Does Tsume know you're taking pills?"

The rather urgent question that Ginta couldn't help coming back to, time and time again, was where in the hell was the Inuzuka woman? Especially in light of Kuromaru's assertion that not only was Raidou capable of hurting her, he'd done something to hurt someone before. Obviously not an enemy someone. Maybe his notion that Raidou had got an Inuzuka killed on a mission wasn't that far from the truth.

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-08 12:11 am UTC (link)
"I could take Ranmaru anyway," Kuromaru grumbled, then tried hard to pay attention.

He picked his paw up off the ground and considered the water. "I should have steak with my pills." His tail thumped against the floor. "And then water." His tail thumped again. The single front foot he was leaning on started to slide. It was much too hard to coordinate and get it under control. He just slid. Landed on his belly. Thumped the floor with his tail again.

There were other questions. About the pills. Kuromaru tried to think of some answers. "They taste really awful. Waki-sensei used to shove them down my throat, or hide them in cheese, but they still tasted awful. These aren't good pills for anyone except Inuzuka canines, either. Tsume can't have any."

There. He was pretty sure that answered some questions. He flopped to his side. One leg was still stuck in the air. It gave him a brilliant idea. He lifted the hind leg, too, and slowly rolled until his belly was up. Maybe it would get rubbed!

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-08 12:23 am UTC (link)
"So I'm guessing Waki-sensei is a vet? Or a medic? Something like that?" Ginta looked thoughtfully at his peach waffle for a moment. "I don't have any steak," he said seriously. "But I have peaches. You want me to put your pill in a peach?" It was a little weird to sit there talking with Kuromaru, which made you want to treat him like a human, and then have him tell you he had to have his pills shoved down his throat wrapped in a wad of cheese, like any other dog.

"Whatever you're on, you're seriously wasted." Ginta laughed and sat on the floor next to Kuromaru, reaching out to give him an obviously desperately needed belly rub. It seemed pretty clear the dog was planning to stay, and Tsume wouldn't be showing up any time soon. Ginta yawned and looked at the clock. There was no way in hell he was making it to a post-mission analysis at 0900. No way. Having let his waffle get cold, he was starting to lose interest in it. Bed seemed more appealing. But then a little food now would probably go a long way to keeping him from waking up with a colossal headache in the morning, even if he didn't plan to wake up until well after noon.

"I was gonna eat my peaches now. Peach waffles. But I'll share you some for your pill."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-09 06:26 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru looked at Ginta with horrified golden eyes. "Waki is a doctor. He used to be a surgeon. And if you call him a vet or a medic, he will do terrible things. And he's crazy enough to do it, too!" Then he settled down, message of great importance delivered. "He's been my doctor since I was a puppy. He says he delivered Tsume, but she keeps reminding him he's not a midwife."

He squirmed a little, bringing a better part of his belly within rubbing distance. He gave the peaches some serious thought. Then he asked wistfully, "Do you have bacon? Or eggs? Or cheese?" He rolled to his feet, but the ground swayed and lurched and he fell over again. "Or a boar? I really like boar." His tail wove in figure eights.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-09 07:00 pm UTC (link)
"I just got back from a mission," Ginta said, and carefully worked on the new region of exposed belly. "So I'm kinda out of stuff. I had frozen waffles and peaches and whipped cream in a can. And there was a bowl of something I should have thrown out before I left, which I don't think we should open without protective gear." He looked around the room carefully, then back at Kuromaru. "As for boar, I don't exactly have anyplace I could keep something like that, even if I wanted to. Now my grandmother's place, she has a cold storehouse for meats. She could probably fit a boar in there."

Kuromaru's defocused eyes lit up, shaggy doggy ears lifted, and the corners of black lips pulled off of ivory teeth in what was clearly the canine equivalent of a goofy and eager grin.

"We're not going over there right now. For one thing, she's asleep," Ginta said. He shoved a bite of peach and waffle into his mouth and tried not to let the gluey consistency of the cooled pastry bother him. "And for another you're too toasted to walk that far. It's waffles with peaches or nothing. Unless you really want to chance the spoiled bowl of whatever it was."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-13 11:59 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru's ears flopped to the sides, eyes going liquid with utter dejection. He was so hungry, and there were only waffles and peaches. He didn't like waffles and peaches. Fruit was bad for dogs. He was pretty sure of that. But he was so hungry...

"There was ham in the fridge," he said, remembering. "And some leftover sausage! I'm not supposed to eat that. It gives me gas. But it's very tasty." His tail thumped again. "I could have that, instead." Maybe he could convince Ginta to give him the duck breast Tsume had bought. He really liked duck, too.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-14 04:26 am UTC (link)
"There's no ham, or sausage. And I ate the last of my bacon before I left for my last mission," Ginta told him. The look on Kuromaru's face was somewhere between deepest misery and rank disbelief. He almost looked as if he were disappointed in Ginta for lying to him about such an important issue as food. Ginta ate another bite of peach and let his brain work out the puzzle for a second, fueled by fructose and glucose and a few other -oses that were on his plate.

"Oh. You still think this is your place. Right. It's not. Want to come check out my fridge and see?" He pushed one of Kuromaru's shoulders, trying to right the unsteady dog, and put his plate atop a low table. The walk to the kitchen was easy for the man, a mighty trek for Kuromaru, but they both managed it.

"See? There's.... hmm, a half jar of pickled garlic. Some ginger. A... what is this? Think it was a leek? I think it was probably a leek. Mustard, a beer, and that bowl of mystery leftovers. Oh, and an egg. Want the egg? It's probably old, too, but I doubt it's gone bad yet."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-14 10:52 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru stared at the contents of the fridge with more than a little confusion, licking the remnants of peaches, whipped cream, and waffles off his chops. He knew there had been ham and sausage in there...

But there was still egg! "Egg!" he barked happily, shoulders lurching upward as he tried to hop. All four feet slid out from under him, nearly spilling him across the floor. He didn't notice, but he did remember to pick up a front paw and hobble. "I really need an egg. In a bowl, so it doesn't run all over the floor." His tail wagged, slamming against cupboards. He didn't notice that, either.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-14 11:10 pm UTC (link)
Motion and barking drew Ginta's attention away from the impoverished state of his refrigerator. The emptiness of his plate and the dollop of whipped cream Kuromaru was licking from his muzzle focused it. "My peach waffle!" Ginta's dismay was as palpable as Kuromaru's intoxication. "That was all I had to eat, dammit. I only had one can of peaches. One! And it's not like they fed me during my debriefing."

Of course he could just go to bed. Except not, because this waffle-thieving mutt was here, while Tsume was evidently out carousing with Raidou. Ginta's stomach growled as if to underline the degree to which he'd been victimized by Kuromaru's thievery.

"I said I'd share. Sharing is not the same as eating a man's entire dinner!" He opened a cupboard and looked despairingly into it. There was a little bit of rice at the bottom of a glass jar. Not much more than a quarter cup. And of course rice would have to be cooked, which would take time. Maybe a rat bar then. Ginta slammed the cupboard shut rather harder than he needed to and stalked over to the pegs by his door where his belts and packs hung ready. There was still a meal bar in there, he was sure. One of the flavors he didn't really like. Salted squid or something equally foul. His fingers found it with a crinkle of wrapper, and he pouted. Dried shrimp flavor.

"When you sober up, I hope you have a hangover."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-14 11:15 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru's ears slicked back against his head as Ginta stormed around the tiny kitchen. He hadn't really thought about it before he'd eaten the food. It was just there! And he was there! And Ginta didn't say No when he went for it...

He staggered out of the kitchen, following the small blond. It would have been much easier if the floor would stop weaving. And the walls twitching. He sat down on the low table. It, at least, was stable.

"You could go to the cafeteria," he said, wrinkling his nose at the crab-apple odor of displeasure that wafted off Ginta. "That's where Tsume always eats. And Morimoto can probably make waffles." One ear twitched. "Probably better than those ones." And he still hadn't gotten his egg! Both ears flattened back. He hadn't even gotten to eat any of the people he'd hunted down. In fact, he hadn't even gotten to hunt down people! His life was hard.

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-14 11:19 pm UTC (link)
"Get off of that before you break it! What do you weigh, ninety kilos?" That was more than Ginta by a third, but judging by the size of the dog and the groaning of the table, he doubted he was far off. He knew the table could hold his own weight, but this was too much to ask of the rather elderly lacquered boxwood.

"Off," he shouted, and pushed at Kuromaru, sliding him onto the pile of cushions next to the table. The dog landed with a thump and a startled scrabbling with wildly splayed paws. The table was now serving duty as shield, having given up its role as dog bed. Ginta crouched behind it, eying Kuromaru. "See, this is why when Takeshi shows up drunk I don't let him in. Now Genma I'll let in drunk, but that's because when he's drunk he either wants sex or to cry on your shoulder. Not to eat your only food and break your furniture."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-14 11:24 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru blinked in utter confusion at Ginta. "Only eighty-six kilos," he said, looking down at his belly. Did he look like he'd gained weight? He didn't think so. The floor was nice enough to stay still, too. "And I'm not drunk!" His voice rang with affronted dignity. Then his ears flopped, and his head sank. "Only Shikaku ever gives me beer, and only when Tsume's not looking. But we haven't seen him in a long time."

Then the rest of Ginta's words percolated into his brain, and he looked up. "And don't worry. I don't want to have sex with you. You're not my type."

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[info]fallen_ginta
2008-08-14 11:37 pm UTC (link)
"Thank all the gods for small favors," Ginta muttered. "And in case you were worried, you're not my type either." He flopped down on the floor again, glad to see Kuromaru resting on a surface that was capable of bearing his weight, and stared disconsolately at his dried-shrimp ration bar. "How can they expect us to eat these things? I bet Morimoto has a hand in this, too. It's a wonder Tsume hasn't been down with food poisoning already if she eats in the cafeteria every day."

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[info]fallen_tsume
2008-08-14 11:43 pm UTC (link)
Kuromaru's ears flicked up, back, and up again. They slowly wilted. He wasn't Ginta type? Of course not. He was a male, first off.

But--hadn't Tsume said something about Ginta liking other males?

He leaned, tipped, and landed head-first in Ginta's lap, twisted uncomfortably around the table. A quick sniff told him Ginta didn't smell aroused, so that was good. Maybe Tsume was mistaken. Yes, that had to be it.

He wriggled to stare up at the man, forepaws lax over his belly. "Morimoto's a very good cook. He's just sad a lot, that's all."

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