Iruka Umino sat at his uncomfortable desk going through the chicken scratch reports and dealing with annoyances. Such as one very redundant Gimaki, now this man had an attitude, spiked red hair with blond tips. Dark eyes with a razor nose, bumped at the top and thin at the nostrils; Iruka personally thought he talked like he constantly had water in his nose. Wish a tiny puff of a sigh Iruka leaned back on his chair "I can not take in your report. You missed out your name mission rank. You only wrote two words to say what happened on the mission." The dolphin stated calmly handing it back over to the Jounin.
The paper was snatched quickly from Iruka's grasp, "Damn banshee, you are only a Chuunin who are you to tell me what is good enough!?" came the hissed, if not loud, insults. Gimaki's hand slammed into the desk with the paper "Now you listen you ugly bitch accept the report."
Iruka glared back his jaw tight and eyes narrow as he took in a soggy breath to sustain his anger, "I am sorry you feel that was, however..." he murmured calmly taking a black pen from the pot and getting to his feet, "I will not take in a report that looks like a one year old baby playing with food wrote on it." he snarled slamming the pen cap into the Jounin's hand.
The Gimaki growled throwing a fist at the younger man, Iruka's large doe like eyes widened and stared before the impact that should have collided with his face. One pale gloved hand had stopped the impending danger, strong pale fingers tightly grasping the attacking hand, "Now, now no need for that kind of violence. After all you did deserved it. I suggest filling out your report. That way no harm would come to you from the Chuunin or the line full of shinobi." Kakashi's lazy eye locked with Gimaki's before he released the appendage getting a grunt and a scoff in return before handing in his own report.
Iruka took his seat back arching his eye at Kakashi as he accepted the report "Thank you for your work Kakashi-sansei " he chirped taking the report. Kakashi waved Iruka off heading out to read.
Iruka filed away the well done reports taking time to wrap an elastic band around them and a paper clip for the thin ones as he put them away in the steel draws. A light sigh passing his lips with the day finally catching up to him. packing away his own paper work he left the building taking to the cool streets as dusk hit the village. Iruka soon found himself at his nice cozy dwelling sipping his tea on his couch, and watching his T.V while grading. within two hours he was finished and found it time for bed. A shadow hover through his window as he slept the sleep of the dead.