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smell the nicotine on my skin; permeating soin a relationship with namiashi raidou[independent. tracking toothpiick.]

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toothpiick · 10 years

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"right. of course it is." he's probably not going to get out of this unscathed, if he tries punching the guy. man, why does this shit always have to happen to him? "i think, as someone who actually has work to do, for once, and in this particular situation, i can suggest moving to dolphin boy's desk. he won't even be needing it, today. you could, like, nap all over it, and not get in my way. how great would that be?"

"Of course, that’s true," he agreed, stroking a fabric chin. "I think, as an adult, and in this particular situation, I can make the decision to push this off. Plus, this isn’t exactly a pressing issue.”

#copycanine

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toothpiick · 10 years

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irukas:

that bastard iwashi’s on his turf, hugging his people. not happening. not today

what. what is going on. why is this happening. why can't he just have a smoke break in peace.

#irukas #since when did iruka even like hugging genma tho.

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toothpiick · 10 years

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irukas:

somewhere in the distance, iruka feels the overwhelming urge to strangle someone

somewhere in the distance, genma is genuinely very confused

#irukas

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toothpiick · 10 years

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irukas:

throws 3 more

stares at in confusion

#irukas #chill boi what u beef son

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toothpiick · 10 years

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The genkan is a little more cluttered; sandals cracked with sunshine and silt inches from his house slippers. Relief; Raidou's pack dangles gracelessly from its hook, steps eager and quick. He moves past the empty living room to put the kettle into sorts; tea is better when following a bath, Genma no doubt exhausted.

The bath is too hot. But then, he made it that hot, didn’t he? Raw skin aches under the heavy barrage of water and soap, steam billowing in the chill provided by an opened window. The world is dynamic, crackling with life and will and the returning strength of his limbs. It’s always something of a bother, coming home from a mission two months late and with your significant other being assured you are dead. It’s happened one too many times, of late—— he’s slipping. No longer the graceful entity of old, but then, he never was that graceful, anyway. It mattered not how he got the job done; he just did. And rarely did any question it, at the end of the day. They gave him the jobs that meant long months spent away with little to no contact— he’d gotten used to it, really. They all had. He would leave, they would claim he was dead because of some shitty protocol, and he’d pop back up again, the process repeating itself. He’d gone a full year away from home, before. This was nothing.

And even if it was nothing, his bones still ached, rattling about as he coughed, hollow but wet. The steam is the closest thing to cigarette smoke he can rightfully give himself, at this point. He hadn’t really stopped at the store to get any. It’d been straight back home the minute he’d reported in. No unseemly injuries, this time, save the unshakable sensation that something is different, that something has changed. It doesn’t help that the gift is waiting, patient, upon the counter for Raidou. So maybe he hadn’t forgotten—- so what? He could be a good fiancé, when he wanted to be. And he wanted to be, after yet another collection of months spent apart.

The sound of movement in the kitchen brings his eyelids to creep open, gaze sweeping toward the opened doorway in hopes of catching a glimpse of life. “——-Nn. Namiashi!” The teasing that slithers its way into his tone is weak, but still present, a smile appearing on his face as he attempts to hide his own anticipation. There’s that dreadful urge again: the one to splash his way out of the bath and embrace the other nin with all his might, ignoring the shouts of ‘Stop dripping water everywhere!’ It’s a fantasy, an indulgent one, but he’s too exhausted to rightfully move from his resting place within the pool of water. He could probably settle for a kiss or two, instead.

#raidounamiashi #that's so gay wtf they're so gay

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toothpiick · 10 years

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Hugs him, tightly, like a child with a stuffed animal. Ibiki's testing some... mood altering drugs on him. "You're back! How was the trip? Did you pick up any good souvenirs?"

What? Oh. It's---- right. Iwashi. He rubs a knuckle across the bridge of his nose, blinking blandly down at the other as he's swept up in a hug. "I am. How astute of you." He's not exactly in the best of moods. But then, rarely is he in a good mood. The last comment draws a long-suffering sigh out, smoke mingling with spent breath. "I was legally dead for a month and a half, you brat. Go ask Raidou for a souvenir, not me." The trip, in short, sucked. He doesn't see why Iwashi even has to ask that.

#thirdflyingguard #smh kids these days with their hugs and emotions and shit.

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toothpiick · 10 years

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throws a paper ball at him. the paper ball has a small rock in it.

blinks as the ball hits the back of his head. what? ------ oh. just dolphin boy. bends to pick up the paper ball, staring down at it.

#irukas #SON DON'T.

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toothpiick · 10 years

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"go be tired some other time." he's quick to reply, gaze narrowing in with sharp disapproval. "we're all tired. you can lounge about on someone else's desk, now."

"Maybe some other time," he waved off the request, and continued: "I’m incredibly tired, you see…"