| [Mar. 12th, 2009|10:20 pm] |
"Oh shit, is that what I did? Damn, I knew there was something!" Ginta laughed and snagged one of the taiyaki for himself. "Guess it's too late now, too. They say you stop growing when you hit twenty-one, and I just turned twenty-two last month."
As far as he remembered, he and Asuma were about the same age--Ginta was a little older, and had graduated a year ahead of him, so they hadn't really ever had much contact outside of those occasional playdates while the grownups met behind closed doors. Some secrets were too sensitive to trust with Academy cadet ears, even ones belonging to the scions of Konoha's leaders.
"I heard you were back, and you worked for a while for a blacksmith before you decided to turn pro again. That how you got so big? Cause your dad's shorter than me, even! When I took my oath I could look him right in the eye." He said it with a smile, no way he was slurring the Hokage to his own son. But hey, Asuma'd started it with the whole height thing anyway, and it wasn't like it wasn't obvious Sandaime-sama was a scrawny, tough old cuss. Just proved Ginta's point about how big wasn't everything, really.
He bit into his fish--Ooh hey, peanut butter and banana was pretty good! "You gotta try one of these," he said, offering the half-eaten cake to Asuma. |
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