Umino Iruka [うみのイルカ] (
dolphinsensei) wrote2014-01-19 11:51 am
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[The video is completely accidental and the feed starts with a view of what looks like an alley, large bins, crates, cardboard boxes and whatnot. In the middle of it, stands Iruka, his back to the unassuming journal, hand stretched out to one side and fingers poised to yank out a few feathers.
Which iruka does.
And like a hen who's had a few feathers plucked, Iruka sort of just starts to thwack his head with his fist a few times, before biting down on it, an attempt to keep himself silent from the unexpected sting because well, clearly doing anything more like say, yanking the wing off would be stupid.
Iruka then just sort of tries to stick the feathers back in place but then they end up just drifting down to the ground. There is a sigh before the video freezes for a moment when Iruka sort of accidentally steps on the journal, frame freezing with the view Iruka's sweatpants clad ass.
When the video restarts roughly almost a minute later, the face that comes to view is one that scowling in concentration, breath misting from the cold topped with hair damp and standing in all kinds of direction. Iruka looks frazzled, possibly distressed and the flush on his cheeks deepens with each ticking second and the more he is exposed to the cold.
Iruka is also muttering to himself. Apparently, waking up with wings isn't his cup of tea.]
Little ingrates. Ball-less, fucking slimy, greaseball of a halfwit scumbag.
[The video freezes again when Iruka rotates it and taps on the lens before it cuts off completely.]
Which iruka does.
And like a hen who's had a few feathers plucked, Iruka sort of just starts to thwack his head with his fist a few times, before biting down on it, an attempt to keep himself silent from the unexpected sting because well, clearly doing anything more like say, yanking the wing off would be stupid.
Iruka then just sort of tries to stick the feathers back in place but then they end up just drifting down to the ground. There is a sigh before the video freezes for a moment when Iruka sort of accidentally steps on the journal, frame freezing with the view Iruka's sweatpants clad ass.
When the video restarts roughly almost a minute later, the face that comes to view is one that scowling in concentration, breath misting from the cold topped with hair damp and standing in all kinds of direction. Iruka looks frazzled, possibly distressed and the flush on his cheeks deepens with each ticking second and the more he is exposed to the cold.
Iruka is also muttering to himself. Apparently, waking up with wings isn't his cup of tea.]
Little ingrates. Ball-less, fucking slimy, greaseball of a halfwit scumbag.
[The video freezes again when Iruka rotates it and taps on the lens before it cuts off completely.]
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He smiles. Reaches over and pours himself a cup of tea. ]
Saa... I don't know, what do you think?
[ Deflects, even though there's no real reason to, given how out of it Iruka is. ]
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[Iruka just smiles. Looking up at Kakashi and holding his tea cup. His fingers are getting some feeling again. They were starting to hurt. So Iruka's smile kind of falls off at the slowly building discomfort and he pushes the tea cup away.
Oh well.]
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[ Kakashi agrees rather easily as Pakkun nudges against his leg and barks, getting his attention. To Iruka, all it sounds like is a normal dog bark. But Kakashi can hear what Pakkun is saying, which is that Iruka doesn't look so great. ]
Hmm, he's just a little cold.
[ Bisuke trots up next to Pakkun and barks, too. A few times in a row, and Kakashi sighs, then reaches a hand out to pick up one of Iruka's hands by the fingers, testing the temperature of the other's extremities. Still ice cold.
Releasing Iruka's hand, Kakashi nods his head in the chuunin's direction. ]
Alright, go ahead.
[ Without much warning, Bisuke jumps up onto Iruka's lap, followed by Pakkun, and Akino, soon snuggling up under Iruka's blanket. There's quite a bit of snuffling and barking as the dogs complain about how cold Iruka still is. ]
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Nothing can beat the warmth of a living thing, after all.
There is fondness in Iruka's expression as he pets Bisuke's head and neck, rubbing this way and that, without moving too much that it would make his cocoon of blankets fall apart.]
Thank you.
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Mm. Just get yourself warm, and then I'll explain everything you need to know about Luceti.
[ There's a lot to hear, after all.
And Kakashi will spend the rest of the time waiting for Sakura, explaining. ]