kankuro and kiba are going to try the panera death lemonade
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Kankuro realized he really liked the sounds of Kiba's obnoxious snickers, or his loud bark of a deep-lunged laugh. Kiba always seemed surprised to laugh, holding his damn sides and throwing back his head and his smile. Kankuro swore that Kiba's grin was infectious, or at least dangerous to his health.
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Kankuro's laugh was something Kiba was goddamn proud to hear. It's not like he didn't laugh often, but it sure wasn't frequent by the second.
And only the handful of people Kankuro wanted to hang around could make him laugh, really laugh, and Kiba was in there with them. It was an ability he didn't take for granted. He liked how Kankuro tilted his chin down to keep the sound to himself, the same way he did when he smirked or snorted at all the other things he found funny.
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“It smells like you under here.” Kiba observed distractedly, and Kankuro hummed. “Well your whole room smells like you, but. You know.”
“What do I smell like?” Kankuro asked, sparing a short glance at Kiba before returning his attention to the bolt he was meticulously tightening.
Kiba considered. His nails scratched lightly, subtly, across Kankuro’s back, tracing random idle patterns through his shirt. It was only half-distracting. “Old… wood shavings. And… sand.”
Kankuro dryly chuckled. “Wood shavings and sand. Good to know.”
“Well it isn’t bad.” Kiba replied nonchalantly, his voice holding no particular enthusiasm or distaste. His body shifted, and his warmth ended up a little more prominent. “What do I smell like?”
“Dogs.” Kankuro answered, without much hesitation. Kiba laughed, loudly. His laughter was always loud, harsh, and excited. Kankuro felt it in his chest each time. “Couldn’t have guessed it. It’s not a bad thing, right?”
“It’s… Dogs.”
“Pfft.”
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Kiba winced. "Ow.”
“Hm?”
“I got—” He rubbed his eye with little care. “Something in my eye.”
“Sand.” Kankuro suggested helpfully. His hand reached out to stall Kiba’s fingers, his protest mildly annoyed. “Hey, you’re gonna rub your eye raw. Cut it out.”
Kankuro pried Kiba's fist away, and when his hands returned to station Kiba's face, they bore surprisingly gentle sternness. Both hands held him steady, one on his cheek and the other’s thumb just brushing above his brow.
“Lemme see.”
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K FYI KANKURO, KIBA, IN LOVE
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can't believe kankuro and kiba fell in love
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HEY PLEASE LOOK DIRE IMPORTANCE OVER HERE
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