Hinata peers up shyly from between the fold of her hands. Her fingers clasp for a minute together, old-habit reemerging, before she seems to come to some kind of decision. Drink stains her cheeks cherry bright, eyes luminious and glittering. She seems to think again before finally speaking, voice hazy in the way of the drunk. "...w-why did I get told to call you...uhm..." it's only her current state that bolsters her enough to say it, "Daddy?"
It’s a real treat, as he’s discovered more often than what was good for his health, when life seemingly pauses all divine process with the specific intention of showing one poor, mortal creature precisely where they went wrong.
He was the poor creature in this case, and his mistake was a deficiency of alcohol presently in his system.
Once he’s finished choking on the drink he had been working on (trying and failing to not make a scene of pounding his chest to get the burning liquid down, damn it all), Kankuro has the distinct pleasure of looking straight into the eyes of the most soft-spoken kunoichi he’s ever acquainted himself with, and then try to answer her question without sounding like a dying desert rat.
“Who told you to call me-” Gods, help him,“—Daddy?”
