Girl Talk (no really, you wouldn't want to know)
Ino-pig and Sakura-chan funtimes ahoy~! :D
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Sakura's boot heels were suddenly yanked off the top op the table as her chair snapped upright again, and she slapped the files in her hand down on the desk top with an emphatic cry. "Hell yes, I'd tap that. Are you kidding?"
"Sakura, that's nasty!" Ino laughed, resting her elbow on the desk as Sakura waved her off.
"Oh, please. If he hadn't been my sensei and he was a little younger I wouldn't be the only one trying to get a piece of that, and you know it. Don't think I don't remember that phase you went through when you were crushing on Asuma!"
"Hey!" Ino almost looked offended. "Leave my poor sensei out of this when he can't defend himself anymore." The blonde pouted, and Sakura held her hands up placatingly.
"Alright, alright, but I'm serious. Kakashi is nothing to sneer at under his mask, though."
"And how would you know, Forehead? Peeping at the hotsprings?"
"Psht, as if! I'm a mednin, Ino. I've seen more of the people in the village naked than I'd like to remember!"
"Oooohhh!" Ino's eyes went wide, and an evil smile spread across her face. "And when were you planning on sharing any of the juicy info? Hmm?"
Sakura simply laughed at that, sitting back in her chair and pulling the abused file towards her again. "I'll spill when you take me out for lunch, I'm starving. But first I have to do this, so no pestering until then. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am." Ino rolled her eyes, her arms crossed under her cleavage. Lips pursed, she eyed the mednin across from her. "It better be good, though."
"It is, pig, I promise." Sakura laughed and went back to filling out her paperwork. There was nothing like a report on a new strain of head colds to keep you from thinking dirty thoughts about your old teacher. Or anyone else for that matter. But it was fine, Sakura was looking forward to eating something that wasn't ramen.
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Sakura's boot heels were suddenly yanked off the top op the table as her chair snapped upright again, and she slapped the files in her hand down on the desk top with an emphatic cry. "Hell yes, I'd tap that. Are you kidding?"
"Sakura, that's nasty!" Ino laughed, resting her elbow on the desk as Sakura waved her off.
"Oh, please. If he hadn't been my sensei and he was a little younger I wouldn't be the only one trying to get a piece of that, and you know it. Don't think I don't remember that phase you went through when you were crushing on Asuma!"
"Hey!" Ino almost looked offended. "Leave my poor sensei out of this when he can't defend himself anymore." The blonde pouted, and Sakura held her hands up placatingly.
"Alright, alright, but I'm serious. Kakashi is nothing to sneer at under his mask, though."
"And how would you know, Forehead? Peeping at the hotsprings?"
"Psht, as if! I'm a mednin, Ino. I've seen more of the people in the village naked than I'd like to remember!"
"Oooohhh!" Ino's eyes went wide, and an evil smile spread across her face. "And when were you planning on sharing any of the juicy info? Hmm?"
Sakura simply laughed at that, sitting back in her chair and pulling the abused file towards her again. "I'll spill when you take me out for lunch, I'm starving. But first I have to do this, so no pestering until then. Got it?"
"Yes ma'am." Ino rolled her eyes, her arms crossed under her cleavage. Lips pursed, she eyed the mednin across from her. "It better be good, though."
"It is, pig, I promise." Sakura laughed and went back to filling out her paperwork. There was nothing like a report on a new strain of head colds to keep you from thinking dirty thoughts about your old teacher. Or anyone else for that matter. But it was fine, Sakura was looking forward to eating something that wasn't ramen.