Nuts. Now there was an idea. Tsume jabbed her elbow back as Kuromaru squirmed his way up her body. He grunted, though she only got him in the shoulder. "Get off, beast!" she growled. He rolled, she rolled, and they both looked up to see Genma standing in the always-open doorway, looking clean and smelling like shampoo.

Tsume had to pause for a moment to try and drag Genma's words back from the brink of forgetting, then figure out what they meant.

Kuromaru just leaped right in with speech, adjusting his hitai-ate back down. "Too many lies going around, see? Can't tell which is new." He grinned broadly. "You wanna play?"

It was obvious he didn't, but Kuromaru was selectively observant.

Tsume smiled slowly, folding her legs into a lotus and not bothering to get off the floor. "Genma, if you hadn't seen the knee-to-nuts trick yet, I doubt your status as a chuunin, much less a special jounin."

"Oh, yeah. Me, too," Kuromaru agreed, scooping the cards up haphazardly.

Tsume eyed the man in the door from under a fringe of hair, her eyes narrowed slightly. His muscles were tense, his amber eyes sharp. She'd cleared things with Raidou--at least as much as she was going to--but apparently his partner still wasn't happy. He must really value those nuts.