[Write it. Write iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit. Um, I'm going to apologize for inflicting this next piece on you. Maybe I should change my playlist.]
The cicadas chirped their lonely song, and a single frog added its own dubious baritone to their chorus. The night was unusually cool for the season, pleasant after the muggy heat of the day. The smell of the tea and tatami were comforting, comfortable.
Kakashi rubbed his eyes. You were right, he thought. I'd rather stay, he thought. "I should go," he said. He took another sip of the tea, gone tepid and bitter in his mouth.
"If you have to," Guy said, sipped his own tea, then held the cup in his hands, looking down into its contents. What fortune did he read there, in the leaves? Kakashi didn't want to know.
Kakashi put his cup down with care. The clink of glass on wood was louder than expected. Guy continued to stare into his tea.
"See you around," Kakashi said. He pulled up his mask, then stood. He stepped down into the entrance, stared at his sandals for a few moments.
Guy looked up. He was frowning. When he slammed the cup down, dregs slopping out the side and onto the table, Kakashi winced a little underneath the mask and pulled on his sandals. He half expected Guy to follow him out.
The walk home was cold, lonely as the cicada's song.
Re: Second Guy/Kakashi
The cicadas chirped their lonely song, and a single frog added its own dubious baritone to their chorus. The night was unusually cool for the season, pleasant after the muggy heat of the day. The smell of the tea and tatami were comforting, comfortable.
Kakashi rubbed his eyes. You were right, he thought. I'd rather stay, he thought. "I should go," he said. He took another sip of the tea, gone tepid and bitter in his mouth.
"If you have to," Guy said, sipped his own tea, then held the cup in his hands, looking down into its contents. What fortune did he read there, in the leaves? Kakashi didn't want to know.
Kakashi put his cup down with care. The clink of glass on wood was louder than expected. Guy continued to stare into his tea.
"See you around," Kakashi said. He pulled up his mask, then stood. He stepped down into the entrance, stared at his sandals for a few moments.
Guy looked up. He was frowning. When he slammed the cup down, dregs slopping out the side and onto the table, Kakashi winced a little underneath the mask and pulled on his sandals. He half expected Guy to follow him out.
The walk home was cold, lonely as the cicada's song.