Lavender
8. dancing without moving
Her fingers were nimble as she pulled the needle rhythmically through the thick material. So far she hadn't pricked herself once, continuing on and on with the repetitive motions without hesitance. There was a certain grace to what she was doing, subtle but undoubtedly there.
Soon, almost subconsciously, a low humming began in the back of her throat. It elevated slowly in volume, the tempo the same as that of her hands as they pushed the needle and thread in and out, in and out.
"What are you humming?"
Hinata looked up suddenly, as if she hadn't realized Kiba was in the room with her. She put down the strap on packet used for carrying kunai she was repairing for him (he'd ripped it the other day in training), a light blush spreading over her cheeks.
"I'm sorry," she started in a light voice, "was it bothering you?"
"No, not at all," he said, smiling. "I like it, actually. I was just wondering what it was."
She picked up her needle again, getting back to work on her sewing. "I… I'm not sure."
"Oh?"
"I can't remember."
"That's fine," said Kiba, shrugging. He looked down at the dog sleeping on his lap, scratching Akamaru behind the ear. "Can you… continue?"
"I'm not very good…"
"Pleeease?" he asked, giving her a wide, goofy smile.
She giggled quietly, though it sounded loud in her large, quiet living room, warm sunlight pouring in the windows and onto them, the needle glinting at the rays caught it. Kiba's grin softened as she began again, the notes drifting gently through the air and filling the room, so beautifully capricious and carefree.