You're barely older than me! // mita-rashi
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Tenzo rolls his eyes so hard they nearly pop out of his skull. Seriously, he thinks he sprained something-- his whole body tipped back, and he opens his mouth to spit something back to her before he pauses. The scornful look on his face turns to one of consideration, and he looks her up and down for a moment.
Anko is twenty four years old. He knows this because last year he’d crashed the little celebration the T&I division had thrown for her, and ended up eating the frosting off the bottom of the candles when he’d gotten drunk and didn’t want to talk. It had been vanilla flavored, and after sucking the bottom of twenty four little birthday candles-- talk about a fire hazard-- his stomach had hurt something fierce. She’d made fun of him for getting a tummy ache like a little baby.
Tenzo thinks he’s twenty one or so. Sometimes it’s hard to recall the date of birth that Kakashi had laughingly helped him pick, but his age in actual years is easy enough to guess. He’ll be turning twenty two in a month or so, he thinks. So he blinks at her owlishly, and then folds his arms and makes a quiet ‘huh’ noise. A smile creeps onto his face.
“Actually, Anko-san, I think you’re wrong.” He’s not sure if telling her he’s two years younger than her is a good idea or not, so he just keeps that creepy, knowing smile on his face. “’Barely’ is relative, sure, but I think there’s more of a difference than you realize.”
