| [Mar. 2nd, 2011|11:10 pm] |
“Hello, I’m Morino Ibiki,” Ibiki said with a bow to the newly arrived woman. She was a little taller and a lot curvier than Tsume, and her pale blue eyes were lit with considerably more friendliness.
“Inuzuka Tori,” the woman said, and returned a little bead-bob that was probably a bow. The baby in her arms opened milk-blue eyes for a moment, turned its head, and waved a miniature fist in the air before settling back down.
“He’s... She’s?” Ibiki hesitated.
“She,” Tori said. There was a tiny softening of her face as she looked down at her newborn.
“She’s... amazingly small,” said Ibiki, and tried to stare more at the baby than the generous bosom she was nestled against.
Tori laughed. “Well, she’s a baby. They come this size, to start with.”
“Yeah. I remember when Idate was born. Well, I wasn’t there...” He felt the beginnings of a blush, and shunted chakra into his face to clamp the capillaries down.
Tori laughed again, and Tsume howled with amusement. That was startling. Although perhaps welcome: if she was laughing at him, maybe she’d get over her animosity. There was a part of Ibiki that wanted to bring up that interview he’d put her through last spring and point out that he’d just been doing his job. The better trained part of himself kept that impulse in check.
Idate ran up, shouting. “Ibiki-niisan, you have to hurry up, or you’re gonna have to give Kiba your cake. Aren’t you coming? Kiba said we could go in the river.” |
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