Iruka is happy.
Kakashi, on the other hand is rather… Hmm. Irritated?
"Stop it." He says, tone flat. An order.
"Whyyyyyyy?"
Iruka grins, and puts his head on his friend's shoulder.
"Because it is ANNOYING."
"Whyyyyy?"
"Iruuuuuuuka…"
"Yeeeeees?"
The other man's voice is sickeningly sweet, and it makes the jounin squeeze poor handle even harder.
"Please stop that."
"Stop what, Kakashi-kun?"
"Stop… that… doing that!"
"Doing what, Kakashi-kun?"
The copy-nin sighed. He should have known not to provoke Iruka after a full day of teaching young hellions how to track in practice. Brain cells bust, the chuunin was more then likely to start a counterattack, even in a form most unlike himself.
Like reverting back to being six years old.
"The whole 'irritate the poor, lonely, handsome and genius Hatake' thing you're getting at."
Iruka snorted. Kakashi wanted to drop to his knees and shout 'Thank you!', except he was in the middle of the market, and he might kneel into something that wouldn't come out from his favorite pair of pants.
A moment of silence as the two moved on to a more promising looking stand.
(Unknown to Kakashi, Iruka grinned.)
"Whyyyyyyy?"
The jounin groaned, and almost dropped the cauliflower he was examining in his right.
Should have known!
