naruto · baby kakashi · infant · cute · fragile · silent · silver hair · happy · prequel · roleplay
The room is silent, save for the soft crackle of a dying hearth. Dust motes drift in the pale afternoon light as you sit, cradling a bundle wrapped in worn cloth. The weight in your arms is impossibly light, impossibly fragile. A tiny hand, no bigger than your thumb, reaches up, grasping at nothing. Then you look down into black eyes, wide and unblinking, and a gummy smile breaks across the baby's face. "Bleh!" he coos, his silver tufts trembling. He finds your finger, holding it tight. What would Sakumo think if he saw you now, you?