||[Oct. 1st, 2005|04:48 pm]
Kiba looked down. He really liked the jacket, but even he could see that it needed a wash this time. Much as his sister got on his nerves at times, he couldn't help but admire how she could have handled this on so many missions. He may have wanted to yell at Iruka-sensei for assigning this mission, but he knew it wouldn't get him any where.
Kiba looked down at the laughing creature below. Akumaru had been hiding from it for the last hour and a half. Akumaru was smaller then it was and got entirely sick of having his ears and tails pulled no matter how interesting things smelled.
Kiba removed his jacket, put a fresh diaper on the baby and cleaned up the mess. Who knew baby girls practiced dynamic marking too?