Records, Kiba noted with a wry grimace, were surprisingly heavy. By themselves they were negligible, in a stack of ten they were hardly worth noticing, but by the boxload they were significantly more impressive. Temari hadn’t been kidding when she’d requested experienced heavy lifters to aid in the task of migrating her collection. “Christ.” It
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Of course Kiba wouldn't let Zaku relax, not when there was something he could do to tease him. He hadn't really been preening. It had been something more akin to...fixing. He'd fallen flat asleep in the car on the way up (and no one had noticed or had the decency to wake him up. With Kiba around, he feared for the state of his face. He might've ended up with HOMO written on his forehead or something) and his hair had been in a sad state, plastered nicely across his forehead ( ... )
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