| [Feb. 1st, 2008|12:58 am] |
Mission. Go figure. Kakashi sighed silently and slipped a hand under his hitai-ate to rub at his eye. Mission with short-loud, even more fun. Alright, one more mission probably wouldn't finish him. He was a little tapped, but not too badly. Provided it wasn't a suicide run he might even be home again before the week was up.
Kakashi slipped his armour on quickly and efficiently, checked his weapons, tags, basic supplies. Running short on soldier pills, he'd have to re-stock soon. Then he pulled his mask down, pushed his hitai-ate up, and went to the sink to splash some water on his face, trying to wash the gritty tired feeling from his eyes. He was marginally successful. Then he brushed his teeth.
Food might be a good idea at some point, but his stomach felt just a little queasy. Kakashi tugged his mask back up, slipped his hitai-ate back down, strapped on his standard issue ANBU ninjaken, picked up his dog mask and hung it off his hip, and then paused to give everything a last check.
Damn, his plant was dead.
He sighed once again and pulled open the door.
Ginta was still standing in the hallway looking impatient, mission scroll dangling from one hand. Kakashi stole it neatly as he walked by, flicked the seals back on his door with a twist of chakra, and headed for the elevator. "Keep up, jackass." |
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