| [Mar. 12th, 2009|10:39 pm] |
"Oh I always try to seduce new rookies with taiyaki," Ginta laughed. He took another cake--red bean, yay!--and pushed the plate closer to Asuma. "At least the good-looking ones. But usually I wait till they're settled in. In your case, I figured an open door was an invitation, and anyway, it's not like we're strangers. You sprained my fingers for me when I was eight, and I'm pretty sure I remember giving you a bald spot at some point. That makes us practically brothers, right?"
It was interesting to find those memories of bored boyhood mischief at the Hokage's palace coming back now. He hadn't thought about it in years. Not in a lifetime, it seemed. Looking at the man in front of him now, seeing the hint of the boy Asuma had used to be still lurking in his eyes, brought a delight Ginta hadn't expected. His grin was broad and genuine; happier than he'd felt in weeks.
For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn't thinking about Kakashi. Which he just had. Damnit. He scowled at himself and grabbed another fish, popping it whole into his mouth. |
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