| [Apr. 20th, 2009|10:53 pm] |
A flicker of anxiety curled in Kakashi's stomach before he caught the slightly ironic eyebrow twitch directed back at him, the warm, settled scent that was anything but panicked. He rolled his eyes and forced his fingers to unclench, then got up to go dig through his kit, hunting for the scroll tucked into his ANBU armour. "You didn't get groped that much," he said, as he set aside his own, unopened medi-kit. "At least you didn't have to kiss anyone--I think."
There was a blurry memory of trying to keep his balance on Ryouma's lap, fingers laced tight in his hair, something about drinks. A hand that definitely wasn't his stroking up Ryouma's thigh. But after that it all melted into nothing.
He'd tried not to think about it. It was like having a loose tooth in his brain, without the option of being able to rip it out.
The heavy scroll base slapped into his palm. He swallowed a relieved sigh, hooked his thumb under his mask to nick it with a sharp canine, and snapped the scroll open. Blood smeared dark red over the painted characters. He flicked the heavy paper out with a wrist-jerk he could do in his sleep, twisted his fingers through the seals, and pulled on his chakra.
Three seconds later, Shiba catapulted onto the bed and greeted Ryouma with a mid-air chest tackle. Hoshika cocked an ear and tucked her nose carefully under Kakashi's chin, sniffing the gauze taped beneath his mask. He wound his fingers into her fur. "Hi, beautiful."
Shiba yapped.
"And you, too." |
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