#cunningpeach

"Come in. Come in! I've got all the stuff set out. All you've gotta do is stir~"

Aina stiffens and curls into herself at the barrage of “Hey’s” fired her way, tucking her clasped hands under her chin. Nevertheless, she grins back at the woman and tries to catch every word, stringing them together in the order in which she does. 

He had fallen asleep on the couch, unaware of much of his surroundings. He’d only laid down for a moment, but must’ve been more tired than he’d thought. ‘Just a little rest’ turned into well...a fairly long nap. 

One long enough for him to be messed with, apparently. 

( Vanilla Sunday Meme )

( To all the boys I’ve loved before sentence starters ) Accepting!

Maybe she hadn’t been listening fully, rather focused on the hydrangeas that she was tending to that grew outside of the conservatory. Lately they were having some rather frustrating pest trouble. 

She perks up slightly, looking directly towards the young woman who stands beside her.  

“Well, yes but...what is with the get up?” 

Is he confused? Yes. Did he jump a bit when he walked through the door? Also yes. Maybe also because he’s lowkey wondering how she got into his apartment. He doesn’t remember ever giving her a key...

Actually, that was entirely untrue, but when you were trying to be stealthy then it certainly wasn’t the way to go. Minato, starting to get a minor reputation among the warring nations’ militaries, was also not a great inclusion for high-profile thefts - and stealing from the Mizukage’s office was, both literally and figuratively, the highest-profile target in the village.

And yet here he was. Minato paced the floor of the ‘diplomatic quarter’, a building that felt more like a prison than a resting place for visiting dignitaries. He’d disabled as many listening devices in his quarters as he politely could, but out here in the lobby he just had to put up with them whilst he waited for-

Ah. There was something distinct about the Kiri shinobi, something oppressive about their chakra that made Minato feel like he was at the bottom of the sea. He swallowed hard to make his ears pop - they didn’t - smoothed out a wrinkle in his shirt and extended a hand to his young woman.