| [Oct. 20th, 2009|05:24 pm] |
Hiro blinked and scrambled for the pillows, sliding one errant cushion back under Ginta's leg with a sympathetic wince, and helping him resettle himself with the others. Ginta's shoulders were still shaking with unsuppressed mirth, and Hiro thought the spur-of-the-moment set-up at his own expense had been completely worth it.
"I certainly hope they're not planning to send me down to interrogation--Intel is bad enough itself, in that respect." He sipped his tea speculatively. "But if they want to train me to better defend myself against their own schemes and tricks, I'd really have be an idiot to pass that up." Not to mention that the training would help a great deal in weaving through the intricacies of Hyuuga family politics; politics that he was certain he'd soon find himself thoroughly trapped in, as the very first (second) Hyuuga in ANBU.
"It's not that bad, I have to admit. Of course, I haven't been to any of the official classes, yet... but I'm sure it'll at least help with my field work." It was really nice to talk to someone about it, actually. Ginta was listening attentively, as if he was actually interested in what Hiro was saying in its own right, and not as some kind of leverage against him. Despite his uncertainty, it made Hiro glad that, this time, he'd chosen to err on the side of disclosure. |
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