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What Kankuro takes a break and stops at the cafe' like any cop would do...and feels like pesterin' pretty girls..
Who: Kankuro + Sakura
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: The Hamato Café
Rating: Let's play it safe with PG-13 just for Kank's sake
Open/Closed To: Sakura

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Another long night of studying had taken its toll on Sakura; she had hit her snooze button three times before her minds registered that, oh yes, it was time to get up and star the day. An impossibility without some form of caffeine ingested into her body. She was surprised she hadn't hit a few pedestrians on her way to the little cafe, really. They were just so slow and she was just so tired. Fatigue equals aggravation equals some bloody human-shaped smear on the pavement.

Her tired jade eyes lit up as she pushed through the door: Even the smell was enough to give her a little jumpstart. That is, until she saw the line. Great. Some idiot who didn't know a thing about coffee was probably at the front of the line, banging his head on the counter trying to figure out what 'vente' meant. She might have cut, too, to 'help him out', if she didn't fear bodily harm from the countless individuals tapping their feet and checking their watches in front of her. Well, at least she didn't have anywhere to be, at the moment. That was a small

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"Young man," the elderly lady snapped, "Get movin' already!" She nudged Kankuro a little harder this time with her cane. He turned around abruptly with a glare that could match hers easily. "What old bat?" he said in a frustrated growl under his breath, still trying to keep his temper in check. She'd poked him one too many times in the last five minutes. He stared her down, hoping the badge on his shirt would gleam bright enough to blind the old hag. She hissed out another disapproval and poked him again. Harder. At that he grabbed her wooden cane, knuckles turning white as he gripped it tightly. Her beady little eyes stared at him, daring him to make a move.

1....2....3....don't beat her to a pulp, don't beat her to a pulp, he repeated in his head as he could hear the gasps of other customers in line quake through. He'd been in a whirl wind of trouble not only with the department but his sister for even daring to think of injuring a little old lady. What ever happened to those nice ones that he could scare and torment. He didn't

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Okay. She had to admit, it was pretty funny watching that old lady beat up on the poor guy - he didn't really deserve it, after all. Or maybe he did. She couldn't tell, when he rounded on the woman, her cane gripped tightly in his hand. Every customer held their breath, watching to see what he would do. You couldn't really go off an jump an officer, could you? Sakura's eyes were riveted, watching him, wondering if her medical skills might actually be needed in this situation.

A pause, and then he gave the wooden stick back. Sakura breathed a sigh of relief, then turned her gaze on the menu, staring longingly at it. Just one shot of caffeine, one, and she would be content. Was that too much to ask?

She was still staring at the menu when a voice confronted her, making her gaze snap towards the man in uniform. Oh, crap, could this morning get any worse? She was about to tell him to go flip off, when the smell of his White Chocolate Mocha reached her nose, making her mouth water. No. No way. He had gotten her favorite drink. A glance at

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"Are we bribing an officer?" he asked with a click of his tongue. "I don't know girlie, that's a bit unorthodox." He stood there for a moment watching her green eyes follow the cup and then back at him. Taunting her he brought the cup to his lips taking the smallest sip.

Within seconds he made a disgruntled face and sat it down on the table. It tasted like shit. Whose idea was it to cover coffee up with whip cream and chocolate and call it desirable? He'd like to beat them in the head.

The plate of cheesecake followed the cut to lay on the counter as he took a seat, the police getup clanking against the metal chair. Head tilting to the side Kankuro blatantly eyed her up and down. Nice.