019.. bite..
beat kakuzu up || always accepting !
RAZOR-SHARP pin pricks alert him to the other man’s need for attention. even just ghosting over the skin his pointed teeth managed to draw tiny bubbles of BLOOD to the surface. ( kakuzu had found himself covered in more and more of these strange markings as of late. )
fountain pen was ABANDONED over top the pitch black expanse of his ink well, eyes scanning over cursive and calculations one last time before his head lolled to the side; looking kisame in his bright, round eyes.
“ dogs do this, you know. ” strong fingertips found themselves cupping the underside of his jaw, nails scratching at the scale-like stubble there, “ are you a DOG, kisame ? ”









