| [May. 15th, 2008|03:05 am] |
"Took forever to get used to hearing a talking dog," Kotetsu said, giving up on folding - it looked more like he was wadding material - and pulled free a shirt. This was so strange - he'd expected to be impressed with the older shinobi. It really didn't help that he'd found them half dead, after a grueling couple of hours attempting to track them through heavy, slushy snow. "I'm guessing you wanna get dressed then? Kanae-sensei said you can move around, just a little bit, if you promise not to go breaking yet more stuff." He gave them both a severe look, especially Kakashi. "I totally think she's being too optimistic." He fluffed the shirt and started for the copy-nin.
"AND you're lucky that it's my shift." He yawned, hard enough to crack his jaw. "Kanae-sensei was ALL for helping you dress. Medic-hands, she said. Hah. Like mine are any worse? I thought you'd like it better'n hers, cause she's a girl." |
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