| [Aug. 31st, 2008|07:12 pm] |
"I can hear you from over here," Tsume grumbled.
"I can hear you, too!" Kiba chimed in happily. "Can I have some steak too, Namiashi-san?"
Tori gave Raidou a disgruntled smile. "Sadly, it's nothing she won't recover from."
"You are so funny," Tsume growled back.
Tori's smile broadened, though she didn't look away from the ninja holding the door. She slid inside the room, turning so her back was to the group at large, and flicked ninja code across her rounded stomach. Mostly chakra damage. They're hopeful. It was really all she had time for before the cubs wanted to know what she was secretly saying, and were coming around to find out.
"I was saying," Tori said, ushering Kiba away, "that you're both pests and we're here to get you all chickenpox vaccines!"
Both kids squealed and scurried away, hiding behind their wheelchair-bound mother.
Taro looked bored and pulled out a chair, then vacated it quickly when Tori glared at him. She sat, and he pulled out another. "So," he asked, watching Raidou curiously, "are you ANBU, too?"
Tsume glared around the room, hoping against hope there were plates. Or at least a kunai. "Yes, he lives on my floor. Crotchticks, I'm starving. If you're going to smell like meat you could at least come closer."
"Taro--" Tori began.
"Yeah, okay, plates." He dragged himself to his feet, still eyeing Raidou curiously. "Do I need to get anything else? What have you got in that pack?" |
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