#whitefangson

     “I hope my son isn't causing you too much trouble, Kakashi."

     She chuckles, pouring him a cup of tea. Inviting him over felt nostalgic of the days he was under Minato. ( He was so young then, and to think he was the leader of her son's squad—- there was no one she could trust more with the task. ) Taking a seat across him, she continues their conversation.

          A  frustrated  groan  threatened  to  leave  pink  lips  before  being  bitten  back ,  a  frustrated  glare  slipping  onto  her  face  instead .  Sakura  wanted  to  smack  Kakashi  upside  the  head  for  almost  tearing  his  stitches  out ,  again ,  but  ( barely )  held  back  the  urge .  The  man  was  injured  enough  without  her  adding  to  the  extensive  list ,  no  matter  how  frustrating  he  was .

WOW

      ❛❛  OH , is this your spot  ??  gomen , i thought i was alone — didn’t SEE YOU in those tree tops.  ❜❜  flake warms his bones. it was the nonchalance his overhead shadow had emitted , yet a true discovery that the rokudaime himself managed to sneak up on him this RANDOMLY.  – the man was a mouse without it’s squeak but kagura’ll move , if the jounin was seeking seclusion. eyes of his counterpart were staring & dead-panned.

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