Who: Gaara (noeyelinerhere), Gai (gohardwork) What: EMOTIONAL TRAUMA Mistletoe antics!!11 :C When: Uh. At some point, some time, during the days in which this event takes place. Where: HERE. Rating: G, for GLOOORIOUS
Gaara glanced up, swallowing what was left of his cookie awkwardly. He looked back down at what was apparently distracting Gai, and wrinkled his nose at the still unnamed tanuki wriggling in his grip. The Kazekage had never been particularly considerate when it came to holding living creatures (or non-living, as it were), though with this one in particular he had no desire to turn it around and cradle against his hip like a normal person would have done. Balls, and all. Luckily, most people hadn't stopped to stare in the hallways... but it wasn't like Gai had ever been known for subtlety. It could have been worse, he could have been interrupted by someone he didn't like.
Maybe the taijutsu specialist would be able to name it.
It, which was clearly not an it, huffed loudly for such a small creature and stole a cookie from Gaara's other hand when he wasn't paying sufficient attention. Gaara had squeezed the stuffing out of many teddies back when he wasn't yet too old - or too angry - to cling to them, and the raccoon one was making it rather hard not to coax the Kazekage into making him meet the same fate, but he composed himself anyway. Gai would probably think it was weird.
And anyay, were he not busy with trying not to eat more cookies (and inevitably... eating more cookies), Gaara would take the time to wonder how long the poor creature would last in his care. Not nearly as long as the ferret he'd gotten Temari, he would wager.
"It looks ridiculous," he muttered without any particular malice, stopping in front of Gai and looking all the way up before shifting the shirt in question with the palm of his hand. At least he hadn't run into any problems with having tried the eggnog, yet. It wasn't often that he bothered with lying. "You have something in your hair."
Maybe the taijutsu specialist would be able to name it.
It, which was clearly not an it, huffed loudly for such a small creature and stole a cookie from Gaara's other hand when he wasn't paying sufficient attention. Gaara had squeezed the stuffing out of many teddies back when he wasn't yet too old - or too angry - to cling to them, and the raccoon one was making it rather hard not to coax the Kazekage into making him meet the same fate, but he composed himself anyway. Gai would probably think it was weird.
And anyay, were he not busy with trying not to eat more cookies (and inevitably... eating more cookies), Gaara would take the time to wonder how long the poor creature would last in his care. Not nearly as long as the ferret he'd gotten Temari, he would wager.
"It looks ridiculous," he muttered without any particular malice, stopping in front of Gai and looking all the way up before shifting the shirt in question with the palm of his hand. At least he hadn't run into any problems with having tried the eggnog, yet. It wasn't often that he bothered with lying. "You have something in your hair."
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