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The civilian they’re accompanying on a c-rank mission has a chid, that child has a toy, and that toy can blow bubbles.
Every single thing about this annoys Kakashi, especially the bubbles that float around and pop wetly, loudly in his face.
He had asked Minato to do something about it, but there was nothing to do, this was a child, they did these things.
Kakashi was the only one with a problem with it, obito played with the bubbles, rin cooed at the baby.
“Don’t act so sour and old, Kakashi,” rin says, “you’re just as young as us.”