| [Mar. 4th, 2008|04:03 am] |
I realise my mask is down," said Kakashi, slightly wry, mostly tired, "But there's no need to get all touchy-feely with me." That was mostly a lie, he was fucking freezing and the dog was only keeping his back warm.
He shifted and tried to pull himself up a little, back aching with the awkward slouch he was in. "Think there's one in my left pocket." He regarded the rain, looked at the clouds, anywhere but Ginta, before shutting his eyes and leaning back, "We should share anyway, body warmth. Stay alive. Put the smaller dog over our legs if you can stand it."
He hated the missions that ended with cuddling. It always looked so damn ridiculous on the reports. "Tell anyone... and I'll..." he couldn't think of a nasty enough threat, "Think of something evil... and... pretend I said it." His words were slurring, running together, and gods he was so tired.
He shifted and flinched when something bit into his hip. What--? The coin. Ginta’s heavy gold coin. Kakashi felt the very, very edge of a smirk touch his lips. "'an as soon as 'm feelin' a bit better, 'm gonna laugh an' laugh an' laugh, burn boy. Think karma got your ass." |
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