cunning linguistics (Chapter 3)
Something more for y'all. Un-beta'd. It's been so long since I've posted even I thought I was dead.
Kakashi was having the time of his life. Not only was he being paid in porn for his work, he was also following a man with the perkiest ass in existence. The fact that the building was so small was a pity. Perhaps they should have taken the stairs. Mmmm. Three flights of following that ass up the stairs… Well, then Kakashi would have been in dire need of a private restroom. It was probably better that they hadn’t. Imagine shaking hands with Lucky G herself after... what was that British term he’d found so charming? Ah, that’s right. Waxing the dolphin. Heh. Dolphins.
“Kakashi-kun, there you are.” Kakashi turned around and there was Jiraiya. “Iruka-kun, you can go now, I’ll take him from here.”
“But, Jiraiya-sama, I thought I was supposed to be the translator for the meeting…” Iruka re-arranged the papers in his hands.
He was so cute!
“Iruka-kun, I’m actually friends with Kakashi’s father, Hatake… you know, Hatake, the artist who… never you mind, but I’ll catch up with him and get some work done before the old woman comes after my ass again.” Jiraiya leered.
“Don’t go crying to me when she hits you, Jiraiya-sama.” Iruka’s stance screamed disproval. He turned to Kakashi, <> And then he left.
“What was that about, Kakashi-kun?” Jiraiya asked, “You speaking a foreign language ‘cause you think you’ll score?”
“Well…” Kakashi shrugged. “I think that was in the plot for the third volume of your series as I recall?”
“Stop throwing it in my face, brat. English is not the language of love as I recall. They’re called romance languages for a reason.” Jiraiya snorted. “You do realize that you’re the only kid to read NC-18 material when he was six?”
“Only because your grammar was so atrocious that I had to correct it to a six year old’s Kincaid reading-level. In French.” Kakashi grinned.
“One of these days I’m going to have to hit you.” Jiraiya sighed, “But enough catching up, we’ve got to see the old lady.”
“Married yet?” Kakashi inquired mildly.
Jiraiya cuffed Kakashi on the back of his head. “Shut up and walk, brat.”
Kakashi was having the time of his life. Not only was he being paid in porn for his work, he was also following a man with the perkiest ass in existence. The fact that the building was so small was a pity. Perhaps they should have taken the stairs. Mmmm. Three flights of following that ass up the stairs… Well, then Kakashi would have been in dire need of a private restroom. It was probably better that they hadn’t. Imagine shaking hands with Lucky G herself after... what was that British term he’d found so charming? Ah, that’s right. Waxing the dolphin. Heh. Dolphins.
“Kakashi-kun, there you are.” Kakashi turned around and there was Jiraiya. “Iruka-kun, you can go now, I’ll take him from here.”
“But, Jiraiya-sama, I thought I was supposed to be the translator for the meeting…” Iruka re-arranged the papers in his hands.
He was so cute!
“Iruka-kun, I’m actually friends with Kakashi’s father, Hatake… you know, Hatake, the artist who… never you mind, but I’ll catch up with him and get some work done before the old woman comes after my ass again.” Jiraiya leered.
“Don’t go crying to me when she hits you, Jiraiya-sama.” Iruka’s stance screamed disproval. He turned to Kakashi, <> And then he left.
“What was that about, Kakashi-kun?” Jiraiya asked, “You speaking a foreign language ‘cause you think you’ll score?”
“Well…” Kakashi shrugged. “I think that was in the plot for the third volume of your series as I recall?”
“Stop throwing it in my face, brat. English is not the language of love as I recall. They’re called romance languages for a reason.” Jiraiya snorted. “You do realize that you’re the only kid to read NC-18 material when he was six?”
“Only because your grammar was so atrocious that I had to correct it to a six year old’s Kincaid reading-level. In French.” Kakashi grinned.
“One of these days I’m going to have to hit you.” Jiraiya sighed, “But enough catching up, we’ve got to see the old lady.”
“Married yet?” Kakashi inquired mildly.
Jiraiya cuffed Kakashi on the back of his head. “Shut up and walk, brat.”