| [May. 15th, 2009|02:07 am] |
"Me buying? But I bought our noodles," Ginta protested, pointing to the coins he'd left lying on the counter. "But okay, if you insist. I'm sure you can make it up to me some other way." He winked and grinned. "Maybe a game of sudoku."
The falcon dived again, lower, and shrieking louder.
"Fine, fine, I'm coming already. Keep your pants on," he told it, waving a hand as if to fend it off. "Apartment 325. I'll remember that," he added to Hiro. Then, holding his soup in the crook of one elbow, he raised his hands in seals and vanished with a translocation jutsu, leaving a swirl of vapor and a pair of maple leaves tumbling in his wake.
When he got to HQ, he waved a hand at the desk chuunin and dove down the stairs. There'd be someone in a briefing room waiting for him, he just had to figure out who looked most impatient. So he'd made them wait five minutes while he got his noodles and took his leave, so what?
As he sauntered down the halls, he found his mood had lifted quite a bit. Hyuuga Hiro was an interesting new puzzle, too young, but pretty cute. Ginta whistled tunelessly and grinned at the waiting Intel briefer when he found the right room. He didn't even notice that he'd stopped thinking about Kakashi. |
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