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Wednesday, midnight.
"I will pay."
"No, I will be the one paying."
"But I want to pay!"
"Tsh, shut up and put that thing away. I'm paying."
"But, but-"
"I'm paying, end of question!"
"No! I want to pay! Is that so hard to understand?!"
"Uh, dears, how about if you-"
"Yes. Now, how much was-"
"Freakin' jounin! I said I want to pa-"
Kakashi clamped his hand over his friend's loud mouth, and proceeded to finish the exchange of food for money with the owner of Kumo. He almost managed to wiggle out enough coins with one hand, but then Iruka began biting, and he had no choice put to throw the wallet at the poor old woman. The chuunin shouted, banging on the table, so the copy nin plastered his claw over him yet again.
“Stop this.” He drawled. “I always pay.”
“Mmmmm-mmmm!” Iruka protested still, and his brownish eyes flashed dangerously.
“Ah, thank you dears. Come again!”
The old woman put the jounin’s wallet down on the table and totted away on her small feet, mumbling to herself about men and saké. Kakashi, daring fate, let go of the sensei’s lips.
He turned his back to him, childish.
The jounin sweatdropped.
“Oh, come on, what’s the big deal…?”
“You always pay.” The other grumbled, hunched over his unfinished saké.
Oh. Right. Major ego-cutting this afternoon. A man’s ego was a man’s ego after all…
“That’s because I’m a dick.” Kakashi said, stretching and yawning as he scrambled to his feet. “Now come on, let’s go. I have to be at Ibiki’s tea party at four…”
Iruka gave him an unsure look, a twitch of a smile on his face.
“Tea party…?”
“Hey, it is called the Sitting room…”, he rubbed his one visible eye, “Though the people sitting won’t exactly be sipping tea… But let’s go, because I’ll probably be dead, no, sleeping weight in five minutes.”
The sensei downed the rest of his saké, and they left.
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