"Ah, man, I'm stuffed!"
Grinning, and walking down Konoha's streets with Akamaru at his side, Kiba smacked a hand on his stomach. "I can see why Choji likes to eat at that barbecue place so much; the food there's awesome!" He licked his lips, remembering the taste of the meat.
As of late, the village's shinobi had been enjoying a period of relaxation, owing to an unusual lack of missions coming in. As a result, many of them had taken to wearing their casual clothes about the village instead of their usual attire. In Kiba's case, he wore long, dark pants and a long-sleeved, tan shirt, much like he’d worn as a young child.
Patting his belly again, he glanced back at the giant dog following him. “What about you, Akamaru? You like it?”
Akamaru barked, wagging his tail. Kiba smiled; that was the way things were whenever they went to a restaurant: the dog would get some of whatever Kiba got (provided it was safe for dogs, of course.) “Glad ya liked it, buddy!” he laughed.
Midway through his laugh, a loud burp escaped the dog-nin’s mouth. He blinked owlishly, blushing slightly. “Um, sorry about that,” he mumbled, chuckling nervously and scratching the back of his head.
Akamaru ruffed in amusement, but quickly fell silent when he noticed Kiba’s stomach. The Inuzuka was still chuckling, eyes closed in embarrassment, so he did not notice Akamaru staring at his gut.
Back when the missions first started drying up, Kiba had, as usual, kept himself occupied by romping around with Akamaru and going for walks. However, as time went on, Kiba had, slowly but surely, started to exercise a bit less and eat a good deal more. And, predictably, it had started to show. Although his appearance was mostly unaffected, Akamaru could make out a noticeable bulge under his tan shirt. Although it had been there earlier that day, Akamaru realized with a twinge of worry, it was more pronounced now that Kiba had just eaten a good meal. His shirt still covered it, but chances were he was only a few good meals away from having his belly see the light of day.
Ah, man, this ain’t good, the dog thought to himself, starting to whimper. I mean, sure, its just his gut now, and it’s not even that big, but if he starts eating as much as Choji and stops exercising, things aren’t gonna end up well for him…
“Akamaru? You OK?”
Akamaru yelped, snapping to attention. Kiba’s hand was still on the back of his head, but he had opened his eyes and was staring at Akamaru, his expressions quizzical.
Akamaru stumbled. W-well, um.. Actually, Kiba, I wanted to tell you something…
What does Akamaru say?
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