| [Dec. 31st, 2008|01:13 am] |
Oh, there'll be room, Hayate thought. He was pretty sure it was going to take all three of him, as it were, to lift the dog. He and the clones all exchanged a brief look, wry and resigned. Hayate was fast and flexible. Strong, not so much.
He nodded to the clones, and turned away to get his coat. He shrugged on the worn, faded garment, doing a delicate juggling of his katana, to keep it from being on the ground. He gathered up sword and water-bottle, and turned to Tsume again.
"Um, would you mind keeping up with these, Tsume-san?" he asked, with a little smile. He ducked his head a fraction and kept the tone unpressing. He didn't think she'd say no, but it was better to be polite and ask.
She smiled back, slightly rougher than his. "Sure, pup," she answered, and took weapon and water.
He caught a glimpse of something her her eerie-pale eyes, and thought it might be amusement. But he didn't look long enough to tell. Instead he turned obediently to his set job. The clones were ready, and had been waiting. The one at Kuromaru's hip let him know it by sticking out its tongue. Hayate glared furiously at it until it smiled politely.
He remembered, again, why he didn't like using clones outside of battle. They got awful cheeky with him.
Shoulder, hip, and him in the middle, opposite both his dopplegangers. With three of them, the task wasn't quite so bad. Hayate really hoped Kuromaru did not suddenly wake up, however. Things would get decidedly interesting if he did. And he'd probably get dropped, which would not be good, all things considered.
He nodded to Tsume, and she led off into the streets of Konoha. |
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