Kiba slid into one of the pews located on the left-most side of the chapel, choosing a row as near to the back as he could possibly manage. He kept to its edge while his nurse hovered just to the side of him, as if debating whether or not it would be prudent sit down and keep him company, which earned her a withering glare in return. Kiba was all ready beginning to regret his coming here, though he hadn't initially given a damn which one place he went to--and perhaps it still wouldn't have made much of a difference, anyway. There were all ready a fair number of people here, more filtering by the minute, but most of the Chapel's attendants were currently on their own, sitting in a sort of hushed contemplation. None of them were intimately familiar, to either his nose or his eyes.
It wasn't that Kiba couldn't deal with the quiet atmosphere. He worked with perhaps two of the most nonverbal teammates on the face of the planet. Shino was monosyllabic and adhered to the belief that most things could be answered with a simple 'yes' or 'no', while Hinata tended to stutter herself into nervous silence--though she was a lot better about that these days. Time had done its work, though Kiba had hardly noticed, and didn't tend to unless he really thought about it--which, of course, didn't usually happen. Kiba wasn't one for meditation. He wasn't one for the kind of deep thought that some people reveled in. He did better keeping an active presence, allowing the energy of things to drive him forward. Moving. He liked feeling like he was actually doing something, not sitting back and thinking up strategic plans and possibilities.
Which was why this place bugged him. Sitting around here staring at rows of benches wasn't going to do a freakin' thing. But what could he do? Last night he hadn't gotten much of anywhere. He had met with Naruto and that one other guy, but hadn't found Akamaru, or at least determined whether he really was here or not. Kiba could all ready feel the loss of the canine's presence slowly eating away at him, and he didn't like it. He hadn't found a way out of Landel's either, and he'd be damned if he couldn't recall going back into his shared room. One minute, he had been talking to Naruto, the next, he had woken up disoriented with no idea how he got back to his room or why.
Kiba sighed, leaning back against the hard pew, and the nurse finally decided it was better to leave him, saying she'd check on him in another twenty minutes or so. Good riddance.
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Kiba slid into one of the pews located on the left-most side of the chapel, choosing a row as near to the back as he could possibly manage. He kept to its edge while his nurse hovered just to the side of him, as if debating whether or not it would be prudent sit down and keep him company, which earned her a withering glare in return. Kiba was all ready beginning to regret his coming here, though he hadn't initially given a damn which one place he went to--and perhaps it still wouldn't have made much of a difference, anyway. There were all ready a fair number of people here, more filtering by the minute, but most of the Chapel's attendants were currently on their own, sitting in a sort of hushed contemplation. None of them were intimately familiar, to either his nose or his eyes.
It wasn't that Kiba couldn't deal with the quiet atmosphere. He worked with perhaps two of the most nonverbal teammates on the face of the planet. Shino was monosyllabic and adhered to the belief that most things could be answered with a simple 'yes' or 'no', while Hinata tended to stutter herself into nervous silence--though she was a lot better about that these days. Time had done its work, though Kiba had hardly noticed, and didn't tend to unless he really thought about it--which, of course, didn't usually happen. Kiba wasn't one for meditation. He wasn't one for the kind of deep thought that some people reveled in. He did better keeping an active presence, allowing the energy of things to drive him forward. Moving. He liked feeling like he was actually doing something, not sitting back and thinking up strategic plans and possibilities.
Which was why this place bugged him. Sitting around here staring at rows of benches wasn't going to do a freakin' thing. But what could he do? Last night he hadn't gotten much of anywhere. He had met with Naruto and that one other guy, but hadn't found Akamaru, or at least determined whether he really was here or not. Kiba could all ready feel the loss of the canine's presence slowly eating away at him, and he didn't like it. He hadn't found a way out of Landel's either, and he'd be damned if he couldn't recall going back into his shared room. One minute, he had been talking to Naruto, the next, he had woken up disoriented with no idea how he got back to his room or why.
Kiba sighed, leaning back against the hard pew, and the nurse finally decided it was better to leave him, saying she'd check on him in another twenty minutes or so. Good riddance.
[For Sai.]