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There’s a spot of flour on her and a big, happy grin on her face when she finally finds him, looking just the slightest bit disheveled. (She’s willing to chalk that up to just how early she woke up to get ready for today.) “Hinata! There you are! I’ve been looking all over camp for you.” She calls, and would certainly wave him over if her hands weren’t otherwise tied up.
The cake she carries is modest but delicately decorated– no doubt thanks to Oboro– and she lightly shoves it forward towards him, face warm. “Happy birthday! Sorry I’m kinda late, my morning was a mess in more ways than one.” Frankly, she’s lucky she managed to get away with just the battle scars she has already. Still, she shifts a bit, sliding a suspiciously sheath-shaped present out from under her arm to hold out as well.
“I wanted to be the first one to give you your presents, but I guess I’ll just have to try harder next year, huh? Um, Oboro helped me with the cake,” She speaks almost as if to reassure him, smile taking on an almost sheepish edge for a moment. “Don’t worry! It’s way better than the last time I tried to bake.”
HERE COMES A SPECIAL BIRTHDAY BOY!!!!!!
“I’m gonna save the actual presents for tomorrow, but there’s nothing like staying up late to celebrate!”
“WOOOOOHOOO! Another year down! I just beat my own personal record for most years alive!”
“Somehow I don’t think how it works, but–!”
She almost crashes into him with the force of her enthusiasm but manages to reel it in, wrapping her arms around him with the widest smile she has to offer.
“Since it’s your birthday and all, I’ll let it slide. Haaappy biiiirthday! I love you!”
“Happy birthday, Hinata!”
Almost time!
"You smell like dirty laundry."
“Are you sure you’re not just smelling yourself? Sure, I was out in the fields for a few hours, but you’re the one who plays with gross garbage.”
His mom is back.
This must be... the SOFTEST son in the world. And the tallest, but that doesn’t stop her from getting up on her tippy toes in order to ruffle his hair.
“Hehe, what’s that look for, Hisa? Did you miss me that much? Don’t worry, now that I’m back, you’ll have at least two overly doting parents at all times! Better prepare yourself!”
MY MOM IS HERE
MOM IS HOME!
“You’re kidding, right? Tsubaki starts to scream the moment he spills a bit of mustard on his shirt, and Lady Sakura can definitely get up there is she’s apologizing for something. I think you’re just overcompensating because you’re afraid.”
“Overcompensating?!”
A hand find purchase on her hip, while she leans forward to poke him in the chest with the other one. Her expression is equal parts amused and determined.
“I think you’re just trying to psyche me out so you don’t have to face the fact that I’m the louder one here! Nice try, but I can see right through you! Come to terms with your defeat quietly, no one likes a sore loser!”
“I can make time! Besides, baking doesn’t take THAT long– we’ll be done in no time!”
“It’s settled, then! Or that part is, at least. I was thinking about baking a cake– for absolutely no particular reason– but do you think something else would be better? Sweet things should be fine, right? I’m haven’t known... baking for as long as you have, so I’ve just been kind of figuring it out as i go.”
POKES HER IN THE RIBS.
“Ti-ny! Rib-cage! You don’t got nearly the practice I got at yelling over nothing! After spending most of my life with Oboro and Takumi, I’m practically a yelling pro! You should definitely be the one to give up!”
Jerks away but not because she’s ticklish or anything, it’s just her samurai reflexes kicking in.
“Are you kidding me? Out of me, Sakura, and Tsubaki, I’m the only one of us with serious shouting skills– which means I’ve had to pick up the slack for them time and time again! I’m practically yelling for three whole people, so don’t think you’ve got an advantage over me just because of experience!”
“No way! If this is a shouting contest, my ribcage is WAY bigger than yours! You’re definitely no match for me, so you’d better give up before we both lose our voices!”
“Don’t try to worm your way out of this, you of all people should know to never underestimate me! If we both spend tomorrow with scratchy throats, you’ve got no one else to blame but yourself! I never step back from a challenge!!”
ryuukeisatsu replied to your post: “Oh, and on top of that… I still need...
Kazahana! If you need a hand baking let me know! It’d be my pleasure to help.
“Really?! Thanks! That’d be a huge help!
– Oh, wait, only if you’re not too busy with other plans! I’m not entirely helpless in the kitchen, so don’t worry about leaving me on my own if you’ve got something else in mind.”
“Eh–
…
W-well! Good! That solves the entire situation! It’s resolved! We can definitely stop shouting, since this was just a weird misunderstanding! Right!?!”
“Right!
... So, I’ll stop shouting after you stop shouting!! I can’t let it sound like I’m the one who lost; I’ve got a reputation to think about!”
“Oh, and on top of that... I still need to go find that old stack of recipes Pieri gave me months ago, too. I could probably try to get by without them, but the last time I tried to bake something without a recipe didn’t really turn out great.”
