#munfuraito

[baka-naruto]

' your face. ,

Blinks at because he is not sure how to respond. 

[riskhate]

' your face. ,

✦   うちは   / HE     IS     UNSURE   of   what   to   expect   from   those   two   words ,   mind   racing   with   the   possibilities .        (        none   of   them   good .        )        but   that   doesn’t   show                no ,   he   cocks   a   snowy   eyebrow   &   says :             ❛      what   of   it ?      ❜

✦                for   @munfuraito !

[chidoreap-blog]

' you have very pretty eyes. ,

Mesmerizing, no? Yet, surely she must concede to this: his strange and borrowed one is the only showstopper. Kakashi stirs. That pinwheeled eye is a shade of crimson too rich to echo anything beautiful, really, but people, as he knows them, are weak to their curiosities, and his sharingan is a flavor for the insatiably morbid. Ah, yes: she’s seen it often enough. And like her foes, it would appear, she has come equally ensnared! He refutes, now, harmlessly. “I think I can name a few who wouldn’t agree.”

[chidoreap-blog]

' if I was blind, Would you allow me to touch your face? ,

Now, that's a silly question. Unnervingly, The Hound -- older now, but there yet lingers that bite to him, that low and snarling threat -- devotes to his friend his most smothering attention. The chatter in the teahouse falls a world away. "Any reason why you would need to be blind to do that?" he prods.

[chidoreap-blog]

' You smell good. ,

“–Eh?” That comes unexpectedly. Kakashi straightens the meagerest inch in his seat, and the fragrant wafting of his cakes – green-tea, coated with a modest glaze of honey – now sits all but forgotten. Nice, huh? A more timid man may have flushed at her praise. “Well, I try not to do the opposite,” he answers in a matter of-fact. He cocks his head, and another wave of rainstorms seem to drift off him. “Haven’t done anything special from the usual, though – but glad you noticed. You’re a bit curious today.”

[chidoreap-blog]

' boop ! ,

He’s often floating in his own head these days. Today, it is as he’s sat at the modest teahouse swathed in jade-ish hues, wading in another plane as his tea-cakes steam hotly. Spacey idiot. He nearly passes it as adorable, really, but it is ultimately just agitating first. Why, he hadn’t even heard her for all his lauded sharpness! “Mhm?” That brain of his struggles to catch up. She’s poked him. Are they, perhaps, but ten again? “Do I have something on my face?”

[chidoreap-blog]

'Kakashi, sir!,

Their reunion comes with little fanfare. All the same, that heart in his chest pounds for it, thundering wildly like those storms amidst the clouds. Her voice is smothered by the roiling of his blood loud as it is like the crash if seas. But, now, she is alive, he rejoices to think. She is here and undoubtedly alive! Relief floods him wholly, anf The Hound walks to The Cat’s shadows. They’d been forced to shake off the sound-nin, and splintering had proven to be a wise decision, true – yet, they may have captured her, and the thought had not escaped him. Not again, he spits and spurns as he fights those thoughts of death. It is a steadying weight when he palms the breadth of her shoulder. It is calming, perhaps, when his sharingan looks for wound.

“Are you alright?” His exhale says a thousand words.