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はたけ・カカシ 「HATAKE KAKASHI」 ([personal profile] ura_no_ura) wrote2012-04-01 04:09 am

[IC] Appointments

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believeit: <user name=dobe_teme site=livejournal.com> (yeah well)

[personal profile] believeit 2013-07-27 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
[A frown. It's frustrating, not knowing what is happening to any of them. But if he doesn't know, then he doesn't know.]

Yeah.. none of us know. Everyone else is behind us, this time stuff is weird.
believeit: <user name=dobe_teme site=livejournal.com> (no)

[personal profile] believeit 2013-07-27 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
I'm sure we both are. [Right, Sensei?]
tsunderebunny: (deadpan -- please tell me you didn't)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-27 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
We have yet to see about that. Remember: I don't know what you can offer.

[Semantics. He will use them against you.]
tsunderebunny: (tiger -- lame ojii-san)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-28 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Equally deadpan.]

You don't say. I'll need to find an appropriate way to discipline you in that case.
believeit: <user name=dobe_teme site=livejournal.com> (listen to what i have to say)

[personal profile] believeit 2013-07-28 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[He's going to assume it means a yes.]

Right. We'll win, I know it.
tsunderebunny: (bratty -- ignoring you)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Barnaby knew exactly what he said.]

Oh, it's nothing like anything I'm sure you're thinking about.
tsunderebunny: (tiger -- lame ojii-san)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't take any particular talent to guess some things, Kakashi-san.
tsunderebunny: (bunny -- stop just stop)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Read a few novels. I think you'll get the gist if you find the right authors.
Edited 2013-07-29 02:55 (UTC)
tsunderebunny: (irritable -- totally not tsun this time)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[He huffed, annoyed by the teasing.]

I never imagined that you were this big of an idiot.
tsunderebunny: (bratty -- ignoring you)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
I merely thought that you were a sensible man. There's so few around here that I think I was blinded by my wish for a few more.
tsunderebunny: (...)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Flatly:]

Does it?

[He does not believe Kakashi for a minute.]
tsunderebunny: (deadpan -- please tell me you didn't)

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-07-29 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll try to keep that in mind for the future.

[All of his smiles and politeness were things that he had to teach himself in order to get by in the world. Little of it was genuine, and no one on the other side of the screen cared.

He was unused to the concept. Forgive him.]
believeit: <user name=dobe_teme site=livejournal.com> (i dont really remember)

[personal profile] believeit 2013-07-30 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, I'll just.. [Go re-fill the glass, to take back upstairs. There we go.]

You gonna go back to sleep?
tsunderebunny: (wat)

Early on in the Luceti Valley Event

[personal profile] tsunderebunny 2013-08-03 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[It was later in the evening by the time that Barnaby trudged his way back to the house after a long day spent researching at the library. He was tired. The hours spent reading, scribbling out notes, and practically running from one side of the library to the other in his single-minded dedication to his work had left him with stiff, aching muscles and an attention span that was shorter than his already ragged patience.

All he wanted was a quiet dinner and a long bath before he passed out in the soft bed that he shared with Kakashi. Not... this.

He stopped in the foyer and stared at the living room after he arrived, his mind numbly processing what it was that he saw. Streaks and splatters of mud speckled the walls and stained the carpet, marring the simple charm of the living room. At least the lamps were unbroken, but he wasn't sure about the rest.

Did he even want to know?]

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