Kakashi poked the man in the middle of his forehead, jabbing at the vulnerable skin that was usually hidden beneath his happuri. It was early and Kakashi was already fully washed and dressed albeit in old clothes and therefore had to be off soon to change for the sake of his own piece of mind.
If he'd had his way he probably would have snoozed till the afternoon, but a scroll delivery had awoken him early. That was when he'd discovered that in his sleep he'd somehow managed to wriggle out of most of his clothes, leaving him in just his underwear and, oddly enough, his flak jacket. He looked a sight, or so he assumed by the look the delivery-nin had given him as he accepted the scroll for Yamato with a hand over the lower half of his face, explaining that the man in question was still in bed and Kakashi would give it to him as soon as he woke up before promptly shutting the door.
Kakashi bapped the scroll on his friend's nose.
"Come on, you have a mission." Kakashi knew this because the scroll looked official. Also because he'd taken the liberty of opening it and reading it for himself. Just to make sure.
"Tenz-" Then he remembered. "Ah, damn.. Yamato. Wake up." he corrected himself as he nudged the man in question again, waiting for the groan of a hangover-induced headache and smiling as he basked in perfect, painless freedom. Apart from the ache in his shoulders, but that was nothing. Falling asleep propped up against the headboard Yamato's bed hadn't been his brightest idea but it was what it was, and he couldn't say he regretted it.
The morning after.....~
Kakashi poked the man in the middle of his forehead, jabbing at the vulnerable skin that was usually hidden beneath his happuri. It was early and Kakashi was already fully washed and dressed albeit in old clothes and therefore had to be off soon to change for the sake of his own piece of mind.
If he'd had his way he probably would have snoozed till the afternoon, but a scroll delivery had awoken him early. That was when he'd discovered that in his sleep he'd somehow managed to wriggle out of most of his clothes, leaving him in just his underwear and, oddly enough, his flak jacket. He looked a sight, or so he assumed by the look the delivery-nin had given him as he accepted the scroll for Yamato with a hand over the lower half of his face, explaining that the man in question was still in bed and Kakashi would give it to him as soon as he woke up before promptly shutting the door.
Kakashi bapped the scroll on his friend's nose.
"Come on, you have a mission." Kakashi knew this because the scroll looked official. Also because he'd taken the liberty of opening it and reading it for himself. Just to make sure.
"Tenz-" Then he remembered. "Ah, damn.. Yamato. Wake up." he corrected himself as he nudged the man in question again, waiting for the groan of a hangover-induced headache and smiling as he basked in perfect, painless freedom. Apart from the ache in his shoulders, but that was nothing. Falling asleep propped up against the headboard Yamato's bed hadn't been his brightest idea but it was what it was, and he couldn't say he regretted it.