"Some accident." He gave a soft, growly little laugh. He knew well enough that those gender-switching jutsu were only for shenanigans, of one kind or another. "Did you get stuck, or something?"
"At what?" But he does turn and look more closely, though he isn't sure what it is he's supposed to see. Mostly it's little details that are different, he thinks. His features are just a little more delicate, a little fuller in places. Obito's gaze slips down to the breasts again and finally... to the swollen curve beneath them.
At first, more confusion. Then he looked like he might get angry. And finally he seemed half excited, and like he was trying not to laugh. "Tsunade is an awful old woman." He blurted passionately. Because of course she had called him back for this, and of course she hadn't mentioned what this was. Obito leaned forward and took Itachi's face in his hands, rough and playful, and kissed both his cheeks and his forehead. "Itachi! I can't believe you."
Obito's eyes narrowed and his lips curved up a bit at that first part. Not an Uchiha? Very not an Uchiha? That Itachi of all people would find someone outside the clan...
He winced a little and looked away. "She's happy for me but... I don't really talk to mother very much. I just... It's stressful for me. I know she's there but... I can't."
He nodded, thinking of... well, Kakashi. Who he ought to talk to now that he's here. But he won't, he doesn't think, if he can help it. "I know what that can be like."
"Yes. She tends to send Sasuke as an intermediary most times." He paused a beat and looked over. "Ah... the father spends far more time with her than I do. He's really gotten into the entire 'learning about children' thing recently. His being out of the village is likely why Tsunade sent for you."
"...I guess it's good she did. Do you have any idea how kidnappable you were right before I got here? Extremely. And you're sitting right on the edge of this thing! That's like a bazillion foot drop down on a bunch of pointy rocks. Get up. Scoot back." Obito peered at him curiously. "And who is the father?"
"He's from Kiri." His tone was a bit cautious as he looked sideways at him. "He was a missing-nin that I ah... acquired on one of my trips out of the village since becoming Hokage."
The shift in him was immediate. A hard, sudden tension, a total lockdown of expression. A kiri-nin. Ah. Tsunade might have mentioned that part as well. Though it probably wasn't her sense of humor that made her leave it out of the message.
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"Uh..."
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He hopped on the next question immediately. "They've started moving, a little. It's... still very strange."
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"They?" he asked, distracted.
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He didn't move one bit from where he was either.
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We have lost Tenten for the evening. She sleeps.
Daww, oh well... I shall sleep soon as well...
I as well now that the account I've worked on all day has posted.
ohh, girl sasuke? <3
Indeed! I spent all day finding art for icons :D
She's awesome *_*
Yeah? I'm happy you like her!
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And now I'm off--goodnight!
Good night!
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Must head off early--night!
Sleep well!
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thought I replied to this o.o
no prob!
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