Kiba whistled to himself, a cheery tune that rang shrilly through the house as he rearranged the living room. It was almost perfect. He’d pushed practically everything out of the way, and the floor was covered in possibly every blanket and pillow that existed in the entire Inuzuka clan, coating the floor in a layer of fluff. The perfect place to lie down and hang!! Kiba, at least, was very pleased with it.
The kitchen had an assortment of snacks, things he knew that were Shino’s favourites - and things he hoped were Kankuro’s favourites. It’d be a long struggle of going to Shikamaru to have him ask Temari to give him the knowledge of what sorta snacks Kankuro liked because he wanted it to all be a surprise, but hell, he thinks he got a good enough answer so he just went with it. Not to mention the fact that it was hard to find snacks from Suna in Konoha, but there were a few shopkeeps around that sold that sorta stuff and he found it and that’s a score for him.
He had no idea what to wear, but he determined that this night would be a hardcore (or so he hoped) cuddle party jam time, and the theme was sort of, you know, pajamas, kinda, which validated his choice of what he usually wore to bed. Which was booty shorts that said ‘woof’ on his ass and a loose, home made tank top that said ‘bite me’ on it with a pair of wolf fangs - that sorta counted as a shirt, if you didn’t look at the fact that the arm holes went halfway down his torso. He plopped onto the couch that was pushed against the far wall, watching the front door and waiting.
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