"They're dark yellow," Ginta complained. "Mustard even. Or ochre. I don't wear bright colors on missions." He took the underwear and with a little shifting and wriggling and a few sounds of almost pain, he managed to get them on.

"And I don't need to advertise. I get plenty of dates. Maybe you're the one who should wear a pink triangle. Get out more." Ginta laughed and reached for the tangle of black cloth. One of those things had to be his trousers, right?

"Tell you what, we get home and well, I'll take you out dancing."

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Kakashi paused mid-awkward-bend trying to get his own underwear on. It was humiliating how hard it was to accomplish such a simple task. Fortunately his current angle meant Ginta couldn't see his face, or the flicker of surprise painted across it for a moment. He blinked, and then finished dragging his briefs on, falling back to land with a small groan. He lay on his back this time and regarded the ceiling with one eye, the sharingan--still aching from overuse--hidden safely behind the closed lid.

That raised a point. His hitai-ate, what had happened to that? Kakashi turned his head slightly and regarded the remaining clothes, "You're crazier then I thought," he said absently, tugging his pants aside. "Most people that catch a mission like this with me spend the rest of their time avoiding me like the plague. S'nice," he added wryly, "Peaceful."

Ah. Here. He found the headband and tugged it out, thumb automatically brushing over the metal plate. He pulled it carefully over his head and tilted it to cover his eye. There. Three items of clothing now, big improvement. Though he had no idea how he was going to get the pants on, the underwear had almost finished him off.

Pakkun snorted, "Plus, he can't dance."

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"Peaceful? That's a first. Most people find my craziness just crazy." Ginta struggled with the pants, twisting his hips and making sounds like a kicked puppy every time he flexed his taped ribs. He gave up and rested, panting from the exertion. He could feel sweat trickling down his face. Lovely. Now he'd want a shower. Although they seemed to have cleaned him and Kakashi up, since neither of them reeked of three-day-old mission sweat and blood.

"So you're saying you make a habit of running mission partners into the ground? Remind me to refuse my next assignment with you."

Actually if anything, this mission gave Ginta a feeling he'd be willing to run more with Kakashi. Not, of course, more that went to shit like this. And Kakashi needed to get a better handle on his chakra, 'cause flatlining like that was not acceptable. But really, he was a decent guy. Good sense of humor. Skilled as all fuck, even if he did keel over after all was said and done.

And he was kind of good looking, in a sort of delicate-jawed, haunted-look-in-the-eye way. The height was kind of nice, too. Not that Ginta was really thinking like that. Much.

Right, pants.

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