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[ura_no_ura]

[ Well, it seems he's got the basics down.

This isn't the afterlife, even if Kakashi's not entirely sure if he's actually still alive. And the wings don't do anything other than serve a mostly ornamental purpose. Which, in his book, means that they're completely useless and have about as much function as a second belly-button or a third nipple. Either way, they're itchy and uncomfortable and he had to cut holes in his flak vest so they weren't crushed against his body. A flak vest that was kindly delivered to him by his sensei, along with the rest of his gear. (He's only too relieved that it wasn't Naruto or Sakura or someone else who came across him when he was still in that relative state of undress -- what, without the mask and all.)

So here he is, fully dressed, with his journal-cum-communication device in his hand, flipped on. He supposes he should say hello this way since it would be easier to do this than to hunt down every shinobi of Konoha individually. It probably would also be useful for him to introduce himself to the rest of the network as well.

He's sitting on a tree stump while Minato goes off to do something IDEK ok and has his signature I Am Bored expression on his face. Or rather, lack of expression.

The edges of his wings, silver and tipped in black, flutter slightly. ]

Ah, is this thing on?

[ He brings the camera a little closer then, to make sure it's properly capturing him. Once he's sure, he raises a hand in something of a wave.

This is starting to feel like some sort of speed dating thing, minus the actual person sitting in front of him. Not that he's ever actually done speed dating, but he assumes that's how it'd work. ]

Yo. My name is Hatake Kakashi. I'm a shinobi by trade.

[ What does one say in introductions? Likes, dislikes, dreams, and hobbies? Ah, he supposes he can do that. ]

I'm not the kind of guy who talks about his likes and dislikes... My dreams are...hmm.... [ a beat ] none of your business. And I have many hobbies. None of which I want to tell you.

[ Another beat. ]

Any questions?

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[ura_no_ura]

[ Some things never change.

The way Kakashi reacts to being teased by two of his favorite people in the world apparently... hasn't either. He still feels a little flustered, but instead of scowling and flushing like he would have sixteen years ago, his eye scrunches up into an awkward smile instead as his shoulders slump and he dips his head slightly. ]

Maa, maa, Sensei...

[ He says, though he knows Minato doesn't actually intend on calling him "Kakashi-san." Or at least, he hopes so...

He toes off his shoes in the entryway and then pads into the house ]

[fervidity]

I guess he's not really Little Kakashi-kun anymore either.

[Kushina continues on the teasing as she leads them into the kitchen where a table stands with a little teapot in the center, beside that a vase full of red roses Minato had given to her this morning.

And don't mind the cooking mess over off to the side, that's normal for Kushina. Who knows what concoction she's making now though.

She's quick to pull out cups, her manners getting better over the years, and pour them each something to drink which happens to be the tea in the pot yay.]

[derpivity]

It makes you wonder what we should call him.

[Minato toes off his shoes too when he decides to enter their house fully. He's still beckoning his student further into the house with a smile. Their house is quaint and smells of Kushina's cooking, almost similar to their house before they left the world of the living.

Once they reach the kitchen, Minato takes his seat, also gesturing for Kakashi to sit down with him.]

[ura_no_ura]

Iyaaa Sensei, I think "Kakashi" will work just fine, hmm?

[ Kakashi chuckles lightly as he takes a seat, only maybe a touch nervous that Minato and Kushina will come up with some ridiculous nickname for him. Knowing Kushina, she probably would just to tease him.

He gives a nod of thanks to Kushina for the tea, tugging his cup over in front of him, but he doesn't touch it yet. ]

[derpivity]

[Minato gets his own cup of tea too, but he takes a satisfying sip instead. As he puts down the cup, he glances at Kushina with a wide smile.]

What do you think, Kushina?

[He's also teasing, but he's having a field day today. It's just that it's really been a while since he has Kakashi with him like this, so he grabs the opportunity.]

[fervidity]

>[She's busy looking Kakashi over and wondering how such a little boy could grow so much when she jolts a bit at being addressed.]

What?

[Oh, nicknames. She wasn't an entirely HUGE fan of them since 'Tomato' (Red Hot-Blooded Habanero was fine) but sometimes they just fit the person better than an actual name.]

Um...

[He was Little Kakashi-kun before so maybe Big Kakashi?

No, not nearly as cute.

She places her chin in her palm and spins her cup on the table slowly.]

I can't think of any. It's still weird seeing him so grown up. And you're thirty...

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[ura_no_ura]

[ This is all pretty nostalgic, sitting in a kitchen with Minato and Kushina and tea in front of him, being teased and exchanging witty banter. Well, he wasn't so witty back when he was a kid, but still, the feeling is the same as it always was. A sort of warmth that settles in the chest. That makes him feel...

Almost like he's home. ]

I guess it'll take a bit to get used to, huh?

[ura_no_ura]

[ He figures his face is something else Kushina might want to get used to, so after a moment of hesitation, he lifts a finger up and tugs down his mask, under the pretense of picking up his cup of tea for a sip. He tries not to look at her in the process, unsure of what kind of expression might just flit across her face.

After all, his face is certainly not the face of the fourteen year old boy Kushina remembers. Fey features have grown undeniably masculine and strong, silver facial hair shadowing the lower half of his face. A scar Kushina has never seen before cuts across the left corner of his mouth, curving upwards towards the one that bisects his left eye. ]

[fervidity]

[Naruto will be so jealous.

Kushina tries not to stare but she is, a bit openly, as he reveals his face. He's different, not just physically either. Whatever reason he wore the mask when he was younger seems to have died off a little as he got older. He was always so nit-picky about it.

Now he's just tugging it off so he can drink her tea.

She notices the scars, it sobers her and she looks away with a furrowed brow. She doesn't want to know Little Kakashi has seen his side of battle as much as anybody else. Maybe more.]

Yeah, it will. [Not just how old he is either.] You're even older than Minato and I.

[She tries to smile, looking at him again, but the size of it squints her eyes shut.]

[ura_no_ura]

[ Kakashi sips the tea slowly with a contented sigh. Kushina always brews strong, flavorful teas, just the way he likes. And it's been so long since he last sat in her kitchen across from his sensei drinking tea. He can't help but feel a little... nostalgic. ]

Well... you know what they say about age...

[ It's just a number, right?

He tries to put some levity back into the conversation, especially since -- when he steals a glance at Kushina -- it seems like she's having a hard time adjusting to his face. Maybe he should drink his tea quickly and pull his mask back up in a way that wouldn't be particularly jarring or socially awkward...? ]

[fervidity]

The more gray hair you get?

[But she looks a bit pointedly at his mop of silver, grinning to herself.

She's comfortable. Kakashi's face doesn't bother so much that it's weird for her but that it's a man's face and not the young boy.

In the same way Naruto is a grown young man and not a newborn baby that needed to be protected. This Naruto still did, but not in the same way and he wasn't as helpless (or innocent thanks to his sexy jutsu)]

[ura_no_ura]

I wonder what that means for me, since I was born with quite a lot of it.

[ Kakashi grins then, relaxing a bit with Kushina's smile. ]

[fervidity]

It means you'll age well. Like most Uzumaki.

[Part of the family, Kakashi. Part of the family.]

[ura_no_ura]

I'm an Uzumaki, now?

[ Are you adopting me for real, Kushina-san. ]

[fervidity]

[A small pause.]

Hmmm, you need red hair.

I could give you some of mine.

[She won't but she says it because Minato is obsessed with it.]

[ura_no_ura]

How would we get it to stay on? I don't think tape would work very well...

[ And Sensei would kill him, for cutting Kushina's lovely hair. ]

[fervidity]

[Pft. Taping her hair on his head.]

We could make a wig out of it probably. There's more than enough.

One for you and one for Naruto.

[She grabs up a handful where some of it has pooled in her lap and pretends she's judging where she needs to cut it.]

[derpivity]

[Yes, said Sensei is now blinking a little horrifically at what Kushina just suggested.]

Um, but your red hair...

[NO CUTTING UR RED HAIR. MINATO ADORES IT OK OK. PLS TELL HIM THIS IS JUST A PRANK.]

[fervidity]

[She fixes a confused look on her face, her head even tilting to the side a fraction

MINATO GETS ALL HER PRANKS]

What?

[derpivity]

[SOBS THIS IS TRUE. FOREVER THE VICTIM HERE.]

Your hair... It would be a shame cutting it, you know.

['Shame' is even an understatement.]

[fervidity]

[NO ONE ELSE CAN TAKE IT LIKE U HUBBY]

It'll grow back.

What about around here? [She draws a line around her jaw to show how short it would be.]

Or maybe I should try and make it short and spikey like yours, Minato.

[derpivity]

[AKSGDASK NOOOOOOO]

Really, Kushina. Your hair's perfect as it is. I don't think I'll approve of this change at all.

[There, being upfront on how he dislikes it sobs.]

[fervidity]

[GETTING SOMEWHERE]

You can still smell it when it's short. What's the problem?

[derpivity]

[Okay, welp. Here goes the light blush.]

But you look more beautiful with it long.

[fervidity]

[HER TURN TO REDDEN. She stops teasing him, looking at the table and dropping her hand in her lap so she's not hovering it near her chin anymore or sending Kakashi grins because PRANK IS WORKING.]

Fine, I won't cut it.

[Not that she was GOING to. He hadn't even seen it short...]