Duo was holding himself like a tailor sizing dummy.
Kisame snorted, waved his hand. "No way in hell, you pick how you want to be carried so you don't panic halfway there and try to stab me in a kidney."
He should probably also not holding the gun like that. Meh. Kisame didn't feel like prying it from the kid just then.
"Jinx!" The kitten said, then laughed, rolling to it's fuzzy little back on Kisame's head. Kisame could feel it wriggle and was only pretty sure it was flailing at the air. Well. That was cats for you.
He was going to be picking little green hairs out for DAYS. He just KNEW it.