[Thread] Babysitting Detail? [Open to: Ino, any]
Who: Kiba, Ino, anybody who shows up
What: Ino is lost and thinks she's eight. Kiba thinks this is hilarious.
When: Afternoon, Tuesday 18th March
Where: Somewhere in the Compound...
Notes/Warnings: Cuteness may be involved. You have been warned.
It had been a weird couple of days, Kiba reflected on his eleventh stroll of the grounds. First all that shit-talking he and Kankurou had been doing to bring Ino out of hiding (that was their story, anyway, and they were sticking to it), and then when she did show herself she was...broken. A little. More than a little. He sighed pensively, hand automatically going to scratch Akamaru's ears as the dog looked up at him in response. "Fucking strange, boy. This place is even more messed up than Mist."
He hated to admit it, but the whole deal had him a little worried. Not about Ino, really - as if he cared enough, right? - but if the Program was willing to so casually break its tools, even high-end ones like Ino, what chances of making it to his thirties did Kiba have? He didn't want to live forever. As a glorified assassin, his prospects weren't good anyway. But such wanton destruction of him and his peers was shocking on a wholly visceral level.
The wind blew collections of dust along the pathway, dry and dying even in the winter. Kiba wrinkled his nose, automatically cataloguing all the scents he couldn't quite block out: tree, tree, dead tree, person, three people, pool complex, Ino, somebody's horrible attempt at stroganoff or something, two people having sex in a tank (EW), some bitch on her rag--
--wait, Ino? Kiba's head snapped up and around as he honed in on that thread, trying to pick her out with his poorer eyesight. Wasn't she supposed to be holed up with the doctors or something until they figured out how they'd broken her? He clicked his tongue at 'Maru and the big dog bounced forward happily as his partner broke into a jog, trotting between the buildings until he found the wandering blonde.
Kiba grinned slightly. Man, he was so never letting her live this down. "What are you doing out here, dushka?"
What: Ino is lost and thinks she's eight. Kiba thinks this is hilarious.
When: Afternoon, Tuesday 18th March
Where: Somewhere in the Compound...
Notes/Warnings: Cuteness may be involved. You have been warned.
It had been a weird couple of days, Kiba reflected on his eleventh stroll of the grounds. First all that shit-talking he and Kankurou had been doing to bring Ino out of hiding (that was their story, anyway, and they were sticking to it), and then when she did show herself she was...broken. A little. More than a little. He sighed pensively, hand automatically going to scratch Akamaru's ears as the dog looked up at him in response. "Fucking strange, boy. This place is even more messed up than Mist."
He hated to admit it, but the whole deal had him a little worried. Not about Ino, really - as if he cared enough, right? - but if the Program was willing to so casually break its tools, even high-end ones like Ino, what chances of making it to his thirties did Kiba have? He didn't want to live forever. As a glorified assassin, his prospects weren't good anyway. But such wanton destruction of him and his peers was shocking on a wholly visceral level.
The wind blew collections of dust along the pathway, dry and dying even in the winter. Kiba wrinkled his nose, automatically cataloguing all the scents he couldn't quite block out: tree, tree, dead tree, person, three people, pool complex, Ino, somebody's horrible attempt at stroganoff or something, two people having sex in a tank (EW), some bitch on her rag--
--wait, Ino? Kiba's head snapped up and around as he honed in on that thread, trying to pick her out with his poorer eyesight. Wasn't she supposed to be holed up with the doctors or something until they figured out how they'd broken her? He clicked his tongue at 'Maru and the big dog bounced forward happily as his partner broke into a jog, trotting between the buildings until he found the wandering blonde.
Kiba grinned slightly. Man, he was so never letting her live this down. "What are you doing out here, dushka?"