A cool breeze rustled the lush treetops overhead, shifting layers of thick fog through the air and between myriad buildings. There were hardly any people to be seen so late at night, but those that dared to skulk Kirigakure's streets appeared like ghostly silhouettes gliding through the mists. The occasional howl of drunkards from afar or the shouting of crewmen by the docks served as a reminder that the village was more alive than its haunting atmosphere suggested.
All in all, what a great night to celebrate~
Makoto had been in a rush this evening, clearly testing the limits of her speed evident by the way she was panting for breath. Yet she dared not be late! With some kind of special package secure in one arm, she raced to her destination at a breakneck pace that put even her dogs to shame. Those rapscallions weren't far behind though, the rapid pattering of their footfalls shadowing the jounin's speeding steps.
Then she spotted her target - the Mizuno household.
Disregarding any notion of using the front door, Makoto jumped her way into the backyard instead. Once there, she wiped a brow and sniffed around, trying to suss out if there were any other visitors. It was just a precaution but she knew it in her gut that nobody would come knocking at this hour anyway. Confident in her assumption, the Inuzuka bounded straight over to the closest entryway, be it door or window, and poked her way inside.
"Nobuuuu!" she called out in a hushed tone, oblivious to the genin's whereabouts. "Ya still awake?" It took a minute for her vision to adjust to the dim lighting coming from the interior, but Makoto waltzed in anyway. As if karma was repaying her for the midnight intrusion, she bumped right into a table and stumbled onto all-fours, causing a loud thud that could be heard throughout the household.
The night had been a peaceful one for the sole figure within the Mizuno household. A long day of errands and housekeeping kept Nobukatsu out of the empty place for much of the day, but he had to return home at some point. After all, what happens to a house when it is left alone? Would the house, too, grow lonesome like its occupant? Would it, too, wonder what it has done wrong?
Makoto's animal senses would have picked up on the simple scents of dinner that remained in her break-in room; fish, rice, soy, vegetables. Nothing to write home about. No one would have responded to the initial whisper, either; it wouldn't be until the clattering of noise that footsteps would sound off a few rooms over, stealthy to the average persons but nothing that a full-blown jounin could miss. In just a matter of seconds, Nobukatsu's face would hover into view of one of the doorway's barely-closed slits, relief washing over him.
Makoto might pick up on the fact that there's a slight shift in bodyweight and a quiet thud against the wall as he put down the wooden sword he had brought with him for self-defense.
The door is properly opened and a casually-dressed Nobu enters the scene. Simple robes for at-home wear, and a candle he is presently trying to light as he steps in. The smallest quantities of ink are on his fingers; he may have been writing when startled by the home intruder. "We have a front door. In fact, this house has a few doors." This was the polite way of displaying the small amounts of annoyance he felt he could get away with.
A fanged grin stretched across the Inuzuka's lips when she noticed the candlelight at the doorway and the voice just behind. When the shadows parted and Nobu came into view, the kunoichi scrambled to her feet to seem more presentable. "Huh. Doors...?" she muttered in confusion, head cocked to the side, totally missing the point of Nobu's comment. To the best of her knowledge all homes had doors. Didn't they?
"Ya really need to werk on yer greetin' skills, pup. I came all this way to visit and I don't even get a 'thanks'?"
Makoto shot the genin an amused look and then shrugged her shoulders in an exaggerated manner. Almost as if trying to imply that she wasn't prone to showing up at his doorstep during the oddest hours of the day. No way. That never happened. She certainly didn't take the time out of her schedule to make sure he was okay every so often.
Pushing past Nobu and toward the hallway, the Jounin started peering around curiously at the dark interior. She could smell - what was that? - dinner scraps nearby. "What're ya doin' skulkin' around in the dark? Don't tell me ya got some pretty thing hidin' in the next room, do ya?" Makoto snickered mischievously, elbowing the young man in jest before she forced her way toward one of the bigger spaces in the household.
She may not have been part of the Mizuno family, but the Inuzuka definitely acted like she was right at home. Peeking into rooms, stomping loudly as she walked, and generally caring little for personal space. Even though she was more accustomed to living outdoors, it seemed like she could relax and be at ease within those four walls.
"Ah, who am I kiddin'. Yer probably readin' those old scrolls again, ain'tcha?" The ones with all those drawings of people's insides and how they worked. Gross stuff. Then again, Makoto regularly dealt with things which were hard to stomach out in the wilds. But she knew Nobu had an interest in that subject, clever as he was.