So. Asuka was fine. Well, injured and battered badly, but alive and breathing and coherent. That was comforting, in a way. What was more comforting was the tiny little teeth digging into her fingers with every step she took. More comforting still would be letting Kiba latch onto her hand and squeeze far too tight. Funny how that sort of thing worked.
Hoshino slipped into the Aburame homestead with her head tilted to the side, listening for sounds of her mother. The particular breed of silence permeating the house arrested her silent footsteps before she'd reached her room (Konchuu was still locked away where he couldn't get into any trouble when his mistress wasn't home). Her mother was waiting for her to come home. It wasn't the tense silence of 'I don't approve of how you're spending your time;' it was a much more confused and subtle message. For a moment, the girl simply stood still, listening to the silence and hoping she would be able to come to an understanding of the message soon.
The door opened, then shut. Footsteps sounded - quiet but not imperceptibly so, not quite - across the floor. Hoshibi put down the notes she hadn't really been reading and was still for a moment. Hoshino was home - from the sound of it, though, she had stopped just outside the door to her room. She wondered why; had perhaps her own silent unease had become part of the strange quiet in their home?
She removed her glasses for a moment, to pinch the bridge of her nose in anticipation of a headache, then carefully reordered her papers and leaving her office, to meet her daughter.
Hopefully this worry was something that could be more easily removed from the atmosphere than most.
The sound of her mother deciding to move was followed by the sounds of her mother moving, soft noises that a civilian wouldn't pick up on (because civilians generally couldn't hear much more than the sound of their own breathing). Slowly, carefully, Hoshino shifted herself, fingers closing around the kitten in her pocket to prevent him from making a scene and head inclining forward at a slight respectful angle.
Whatever disagreements she and her mother had been getting into since she'd first become a genin, Aburame Hoshibi was still one of the people she respected and cared for most in the world.
Her glasses were sliding forward again, but she left them there, eyes locked on the floor. It didn't matter if her eyes were uncovered at home; the lights were never too bright. All she needed to do now was wait for her mother's approval (or passing, whichever it turned out to be) before slipping her kitten away and smuggling herself out of the house again.
Hoshibi stopped in front of her daughter, lifting her chin and examining her critically. The worry wasn't obvious on her face, but she was certain Hoshino knew it was there.
They had been arguing too often, lately, it seemed. The concern she felt now she did not know how to express - she knew her daughter was worried about her sensei, that things had been more difficult and upsetting recently than they should have been. She wanted Hoshino to know that - although they didn't often 'talk,' per say, that she was there if there was anything she could do, or listen to.
She didn't appear any different than usual, although he glasses had slipped forward. The hand in her pocket seemed to be concealing something - Hoshibi thought wryly of the kitten, and knew that was it. There was an urge to hug her, as she had in fleeting moments when the girl was a small child, but she didn't quite know how to instigate such an action. She let go, and waited for an explanation of where Hoshino was off to next.
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Hoshino slipped into the Aburame homestead with her head tilted to the side, listening for sounds of her mother. The particular breed of silence permeating the house arrested her silent footsteps before she'd reached her room (Konchuu was still locked away where he couldn't get into any trouble when his mistress wasn't home). Her mother was waiting for her to come home. It wasn't the tense silence of 'I don't approve of how you're spending your time;' it was a much more confused and subtle message. For a moment, the girl simply stood still, listening to the silence and hoping she would be able to come to an understanding of the message soon.
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She removed her glasses for a moment, to pinch the bridge of her nose in anticipation of a headache, then carefully reordered her papers and leaving her office, to meet her daughter.
Hopefully this worry was something that could be more easily removed from the atmosphere than most.
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Whatever disagreements she and her mother had been getting into since she'd first become a genin, Aburame Hoshibi was still one of the people she respected and cared for most in the world.
Her glasses were sliding forward again, but she left them there, eyes locked on the floor. It didn't matter if her eyes were uncovered at home; the lights were never too bright. All she needed to do now was wait for her mother's approval (or passing, whichever it turned out to be) before slipping her kitten away and smuggling herself out of the house again.
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They had been arguing too often, lately, it seemed. The concern she felt now she did not know how to express - she knew her daughter was worried about her sensei, that things had been more difficult and upsetting recently than they should have been. She wanted Hoshino to know that - although they didn't often 'talk,' per say, that she was there if there was anything she could do, or listen to.
She didn't appear any different than usual, although he glasses had slipped forward. The hand in her pocket seemed to be concealing something - Hoshibi thought wryly of the kitten, and knew that was it. There was an urge to hug her, as she had in fleeting moments when the girl was a small child, but she didn't quite know how to instigate such an action. She let go, and waited for an explanation of where Hoshino was off to next.
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