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fallen_tsume (fallen_tsume) wrote in fallen_leaves,
@ 2008-02-13 23:13:00

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ginta, tsume

Sleeping? Is Also Hard To Do [closed to Tsume and Ginta]
Set after Dog of War Meets the Blood Hound, early January.

Tsume had lost all of her covers. She blamed Kuromaru. He was, after all, laying on top of a giant pile of them, rolled into a little ball right in the middle of the futon. So directly in the middle of the futon, in fact, that her back was getting sore from twisting around him. But, really, how did you move almost two hundred pounds of dead weight dog?

A bucket of water was one option, but then her bed would be wet.

With a sigh, she sat up and glared at him.

He kept sleeping.

Rubbing a hand through her hair, mussing it farther, Tsume reluctantly admitted to herself that she hadn't really been sleeping in the first place. You'd think after a day like she'd had she'd sleep like a baby, but instead thoughts chased themselves around her mind like puppies just discovering their tails.

Kuromaru cracked one sleepy eye and looked at her.

She smiled, reaching out to run a hand over his fur, newly brushed after his romp through the snow. "Gonna get some water." Her zip-up sweatshirt was laying in a heap on top of her still-packed duffel; she grabbed it as she stood, pulling it on over her tank top without zipping it up and padding out of the room. The stairs to the cafeteria were to her left; she looked at them a moment and then went past them and to the right, pacing the hall, her chin tipped up and weaving slightly as she scented.

There was no reason to be scenting, really, except it seemed right to patrol her new place. Her bare feet were silent on the carpet, her pants shush-shushing across the floor, slightly too long and dragging. Down the hall and back, teasing out individual aromas. At the apartment next to hers she stopped, head tipping, listening.

Movement inside. Whoever lived there was awake. Tsume brought up the mental map Ryouma had given her, and realized even that didn't tell her who lived here. Well, if they were going to be neighbors, might as well be neighborly. Tsume lifted a hand and rapped on the door, open-knuckled and softly, trying not to wake anyone else.

He--it smelled like a him--could always pretend not to hear, if he didn't want company.

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fallen_ginta
2008-02-14 07:37 am UTC (link)

Ginta was, as per usual, not sitting still. He was sprawled on the floor, feet jiggling in their own odd rhythm, and surrounded by a litter of papers, some written on in tiny, neat handwriting, some crumpled up rejects, plus an assortment of typewritten documents, receipts, scraps of notes, and other written debris. There were at least five different projects spread out around him: several of his latest bank statements and an assortment of bills; an evaluation form on the last rookie he'd taken a mission with; an analysis of the errors that had led to his and Kakashi's hospitalization after their last mission; his and Kakashi's official mission reports from that mission; a to-do list that included everything from the very mundane buy toothpaste to the cryptic check for rebound/resid flashback effect on Maru-K-T genjutsu to the sentimental don't forget Grandma's birthday. And he was sick of all of it.

It wasn't just the caffeine in the cup of nearly syrupy coffee he was drinking that made him jump when the knock came on his door. No, definitely the six spoonfuls of sugar in there had something to do with that, too. When he got over the heart-pounding moment of surprise though, he jumped up with a little rush of what could only be called relief. Someone was going to rescue him from paperwork hell! He hoped it might be Hidehiko, that cute guy from codes and cyphers he'd been flirting with, but that was unlikely. Hiko seemed like the kind of guy who wanted to be pursued, not the other way around. There was also the possibility, though rather remote, that it was Kakashi. Ginta smiled at that and laughed. Yeah, no. Not likely to be Kakashi. Maybe Genma? He was known to stop by for a little late night nookie, a proposition to which Ginta was disinclined to say no. He brushed his hand over his hair, turning one untidy disarray into a slightly different one, and polished his grin, in case it was Genma.

He wasn't expecting a woman in floppy oversized pajama bottoms and a very comfortable-looking hoodie to be standing on the other side of his door. At least she wasn't too tall, he thought with satisfaction. He was even a little taller than she was! A nice change from the usual parade of Amazons in ANBU. "Hi," he said, giving her a slightly less spicy smile than he'd had prepared for Genma.

Hmm, an Inuzuka, obviously, by the clan marks on her cheeks and the wild-animal eyes. Where was her dog?

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fallen_tsume
2008-02-14 07:40 am UTC (link)

She glanced at him, pleased to note that unlike the two other men she'd met that day, this one was a reasonable height. Probably had good hips. Tsume offered him a grin, her hands stuck in the pockets of her hoodie. He was only slightly taller than her, with clear blue eyes in a soft sort of face that practically invited trust. His hair was pretty, sunshine colored, and short, and his clothes--exposed by the black and white yukata hanging off wiry shoulders--were brightly colored. Red T-shirt, blue boxers, and if she wasn't wrong--and she wasn't--there was the gentlest whiff of excitement in the air.

A glance around the room showed it was empty; no one here had gotten him excited. So--"I'm sorry," Tsume said, softening her grin to something sheepish. "Were you waiting for someone?" If there was one thing the Inuzuka did know how to do, it was how to ignore anything sexual and bow out gracefully.