| [Jan. 20th, 2009|08:42 pm] |
Raidou nodded, shoved his hands into his pockets, and watched her leave. Only a genin, she'd said, and she had to be somewhere in her thirties. Well, that happened sometimes. Especially to the women who got pregnant and preferred sticking around to raise their children, rather than risking life, limb and sanity to claw their way up the ranks.
But even for a genin, and a heavily pregnant genin at that, Tori moved gracefully, one hand occasionally resting on her belly or reaching back to press against her spine. Kiiroko trotted calmly at her heels.
A yell from Setsurou reminded Raidou where his focus should be. He waved off the clone stooping to gather Hana's puppies up and did it himself, scooping them carefully into a rucksack that smelled a little too like recently besmirched homework for comfort.
"Okay, guys," he said, straightening up and looking over all three children. Only Hana was really paying attention to him. "You're sticking with me for a bit, so what would you prefer, food or a look around ANBU's HQ?" |
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