11th Day of Christmas
Theme: The ANBU Guide to Critical Extractions AKA Last minute shopping for beginners
Kakashi had always had problems remembering how to behave like a normal person. Usually, the fallout was small enough, or at least insignificant enough in his mind, that he could simply ignore it, but right now he couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something really important.
Trouble was that he couldn't put his finger on exactly what he'd forgotten, so he shoved the feeling aside and went back to re-wrapping his kunai.
A slobbery ball landed on the table beside his elbow. Bull rested his head on the corner, another ball shoved under the drooping skin of his jowls. He nudged the ball forward with his nose.
Intent on having as little skin contact as possible with the sodden ball, Kakashi grabbed it with two fingers and flipped it over his shoulder across the apartment.
Bull gave him a baleful look. The second ball took the same path as the first, nudged forward until it was resting against Kakashi's hand. Bull gave him two unintelligible wags of his tail and trotted off.
Must have been something in their food. Kakashi turned to watch Bull heave his bulk up onto the bed and settle down.
Not two minutes later - with this kind of commotion, he was never going to finish - Uuhei sprinted through the apartment with one end of a roll of wrapping paper in her mouth and Pakkun hard on her heels.
Where she had managed to find wrapping paper he would never know. Definitely something in the food.
She braked sharply, leaping over Pakkun as he scrambled for purchase on the floor. Paper fluttered around him, and Uuhei pulled it tight, wrapping Pakkun in a tube of scratched and creased paper. She sat back, mouth lolling open in silent laughter.
His dogs were weird, but they were rarely this weird. The nagging sensation was back.
Shit. Realization hit like a ton of hadn't gotten anything for Iruka. His cabinets yielded nothing save for a couple of spiders. His closet wasn't much better. He tore through his weapon storage, loathe to part with most of the items within, and finally sat back with a box fished from the very back corner and coated with dust. He ran his thumb over the top to clear the label.
Chuunin like assorted poisons, right?