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[scarred_sensei]

For once, the lady actually seemed to be non-evil-and-generally-bitchy.  The cake had chocolates and strawberries.

So I had a big slice. And now I feel-

......well, the rest of you who had the cake should understand. why damnit, why?! It tasted so good too!

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go lock myself up in my room till this passes...*slight gulp

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[so_blase]

*is in his own room doing the same, except he can still type* Think un-sexy thoughts, Iruka. Un-sexy thoughts.

[scarred_sensei]

That's kinda hard at this point! I shouldn't have had such a big slice of that stupid cake....

[so_blase]

Just concentrate. Remember how disgusting that roach looked when we smashed it? *is trying this himself and it somewhat works for a few seconds at least*

[scarred_sensei]

*works for a second, until that thought lads to the word 'fluids', which of course turns into a very vivid mental image of a different kind*......crap

[so_blase]

*returns to his computer after a little session of 'self-stimulation'*

Didn't go as planned? Umm.. have you tried ice?

[scarred_sensei]

That would involve going out of my room, and that doesn't seem like the best of ideas right now....

[so_blase]

Yeah.. *has to agree with that*

Well, my icepack is almost melted so I'll have to get a new one anyways. I could get you one too since my case isn't as bad yet. Helps a little. Sound good?

[scarred_sensei]

That would really help, thank you Kakashi-san....

Good luck coming back, since it seems a lot of people are wandering through the halls right now...

[so_blase]

I can handle myself, don't worry.

*makes it to the kitchen and back with minimal human contact and killing a few monsters on the way*
*there's a knock on your door now*

Iruka-sensei? I'm going to leave your ice right here by the door. *doesn't want to embarrass you further*

[scarred_sensei]

*currently curled up in bed, book in hand as he tries to distract himself from his current 'problem'* Thanks, Kakashi-san, sorry for the trouble!

[so_blase]

It's nothing. I hope this helps.. *sets one of the ice packs outside the door. but before he turns to leave, an alluring scent catches his interest. sniffing the air, he finds that it's coming from behind your door and suddenly his hand has wrapped itself tight around the doorknob*

[scarred_sensei]

*breaths a sigh of relief, standing and walking towards the door. Currently wearing a pair of boxers and a loose shirt. too distracted and in a hurry to bother to notice much, doesn't realize you're still there and opens the door, expecting to see an ice pack. instead, he comes face-to-face with you*

[so_blase]

*startled, he tears his hand from the doorknob as soon as you pull open the door. he hadn't even realized his hand was on the knob and it worries him a bit. your scent is invading his senses now but he can't move his feet to step back*

Iruka-Sen...sei. *looks you up and down and then swallows. hadn't realized he'd been salivating so much either*

[scarred_sensei]

*freezes, hand mid-way to the ice pack. instead of doing the smart thing and slamming the door in your face, he stays there, his nose overwhelmed with your own musky scent*

[so_blase]

*stares into your eyes for a moment, heart pounding in his chest. then he slowly looks down towards the icepack on the floor between his feet, close enough that a few pieces of his hair may have tickled your nose. stooping, he picks up the pack and puts it in your outreaching hand, such a provocative position. he can smell your arousal so clearly from here and it's making his own far worse*

[scarred_sensei]

*his fingers wrap around the ice pack, and he tries to smile again. right now he wants nothing more than to screw you senseless and it probably shows in his expression. his tounge sneaks out, running over lips at the thought*