Fresh meat. His mind lagged behind comprehension compared to his own desires, looking over at the not-quite-tanuki with hopeful eyes. Then he shook his head, irritated as suddenly as he'd been intrigued, because it wasn't about edible anything. It was a terrible nick-name, like the ones from what they called basic training, and it was a poor substitute for any name Shino's worn in the last however many years.
He frowned (he was scowling, he just didn't realise it) and continued braiding his hair. Tying it off with a thin strip of leather. There were hairties and rubber bands and scrunchies, all nonsense words at first, but he eschewed them out of stubbornness more than necessity.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." The scowl faded, expression settling into neutrality as he settled his braid in around his neck, reaching for the helmet and then standing to loom over Rocket.
From five feet away, but regardless, for once he was feeling significantly taller than someone in the room, and it was a welcome distraction from what they were about to do. Swimming? He was fine with. Shino knew how to swim. Had learned. Enjoyed it. Staying submerged for an extended period of time when he didn't even have Murasame to rely on had his heart beating faster in spite of himself, his fingers curling around the hilt of a sword that simply wasn't there.
"And it's Inuzuka." He pulled his helmet on, fumbling the catches before he heard everything seal with a hiss that drew his attention down. Staring along the length of his nose had him going cross-eyed, not much wiser for the effort made.
It was overwhelming at times, but he'd deal. He had to. If he didn't...
#yolo
He frowned (he was scowling, he just didn't realise it) and continued braiding his hair. Tying it off with a thin strip of leather. There were hairties and rubber bands and scrunchies, all nonsense words at first, but he eschewed them out of stubbornness more than necessity.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." The scowl faded, expression settling into neutrality as he settled his braid in around his neck, reaching for the helmet and then standing to loom over Rocket.
From five feet away, but regardless, for once he was feeling significantly taller than someone in the room, and it was a welcome distraction from what they were about to do. Swimming? He was fine with. Shino knew how to swim. Had learned. Enjoyed it. Staying submerged for an extended period of time when he didn't even have Murasame to rely on had his heart beating faster in spite of himself, his fingers curling around the hilt of a sword that simply wasn't there.
"And it's Inuzuka." He pulled his helmet on, fumbling the catches before he heard everything seal with a hiss that drew his attention down. Staring along the length of his nose had him going cross-eyed, not much wiser for the effort made.
It was overwhelming at times, but he'd deal. He had to. If he didn't...
"Ready." Old meat.