| [Jan. 21st, 2012|10:49 pm] |
Katsuko eyed Kakashi as Ryouma turned towards the stove, weighing the merits of making her escape against the prospect of free food. “You’re not going to try to Chidori my face off, are you? Because I’m not macking on your boyfriend anymore, and I like my face. It lets me breathe and eat.”
Ryouma stiffened, but didn’t turn around. Katsuko watched as he engaged in one of the slowest, most delicate removals of pans from a cupboard that she had ever seen.
Kakashi glanced at her, retrieving the table from underneath the bed and dragging it into the middle of the floor. It was a scarred, square thing, with the legs folded up neatly under itself. “A Chidori isn’t for face—never mind.”
He set it up quickly, ignoring several close calls that nearly guillotined his fingers off. Katsuko crossed her arms as he seated himself, drumming his fingers against the table’s pitted surface. He looked down at his hand, visible eye unreadable, and forced out, “Look, for what I said before—it wasn't your fault, and I shouldn’t have...said what I did.” He scowled over his shoulder at Ryouma, complaining, “If one of my one-nighters showed up and gave me a present, I wouldn’t expect you to be all ‘friendly-like’.”
“That’s because your one-nighters were nasty sons-of-bitches,” Ryouma pointed out, voice mild. His back was still turned, but Katsuko had the feeling his attention wasn’t fixed on preparing their bacon and eggs.
Katsuko cleared her throat before Kakashi could reply, sitting down across from him and crossing her legs. “I remember there being more growling than actual talking, which, you know, was slightly terrifying. But it’s fine, so long as you don’t mind me and Ryouma hanging out.” Something occurred to her and she shot him a sympathetic grin. “I bet being the Copy-nin makes relationships a bitch, doesn’t it?” |
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