monsterchic
Captain Satanpants
Thoughts on this dialogue? This is an excerpt from the middle of a scene I just recently wrote. I'm struggling with dialogue tags. I don't want to be constantly typing "he said/she said," you know? Does the lack of tags make sense? Thanks in advance
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Iruka brought a foot up to rest on the stone he was sitting on and set his chin on his knee. He sighed. Because he’s captivating. “I don’t know.” A piece of hair had fallen from his ponytail over his eyes and he blew it away.
“I don’t believe you.”
Iruka glared at him. “Too bad.”
“Iruka, I’m saying this as your friend.” Izumo stared back at him cautiously, keeping track of his friend’s hands, lest he get a faceful of water. Iruka continued to glare. “I’ve seen you like this before, and it’s because you don’t know how to process something.”
The teacher’s face softened slightly. “Mmm,” he hummed.
“And--correct me if I’m wrong--I think that may be the case with Kakashi as well. You’ve told me about all the times you see it in class,” Izumo said. He had heard countless stories about the antics of Iruka’s pre-genin and their blossoming interest in classmates. Hair flopped over his eyes as he extended a hand and put it on Iruka’s knee. “You don’t need to accept it, just think of it as a working theory.”
Iruka groaned and set his forehead heavily on Izumo’s hand. “No, I think you’re ****ing right, as much as I hate it.” He banged a fist on the rock below him. Well, f*ck me, he thought. “What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I mean, for gods' sake, Izumo, it’s Kakashi Hatake.”
Izumo just shrugged. “That’s your problem now. Take some time to think on it before doing anything rash.”
Iruka tapped his forehead against Izumo’s hand before unraveling his arms and standing to leave. “Yeah,” he said with a wan smile. “Well, I’ve got thinking to do. And grading. I’m in for a fun night.”
“You know where to find me if you get bored,” Izumo said with a wave of his hand. He was resting his elbows behind him, leaving his chest wide open for Iruka to tweak a nipple as he climbed out. Izumo groaned at the sensation.
Iruka bent down behind the other chunin and reached a hand down to play with the other nipple. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he whispered in his ear. He nipped at Izumo’s earlobe before standing and walking to the door.
“Not fair, Umino,” Izumo called after him.
“Life’s not fair, ‘Zumo,” Iruka said before shutting the door behind him.
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Iruka brought a foot up to rest on the stone he was sitting on and set his chin on his knee. He sighed. Because he’s captivating. “I don’t know.” A piece of hair had fallen from his ponytail over his eyes and he blew it away.
“I don’t believe you.”
Iruka glared at him. “Too bad.”
“Iruka, I’m saying this as your friend.” Izumo stared back at him cautiously, keeping track of his friend’s hands, lest he get a faceful of water. Iruka continued to glare. “I’ve seen you like this before, and it’s because you don’t know how to process something.”
The teacher’s face softened slightly. “Mmm,” he hummed.
“And--correct me if I’m wrong--I think that may be the case with Kakashi as well. You’ve told me about all the times you see it in class,” Izumo said. He had heard countless stories about the antics of Iruka’s pre-genin and their blossoming interest in classmates. Hair flopped over his eyes as he extended a hand and put it on Iruka’s knee. “You don’t need to accept it, just think of it as a working theory.”
Iruka groaned and set his forehead heavily on Izumo’s hand. “No, I think you’re ****ing right, as much as I hate it.” He banged a fist on the rock below him. Well, f*ck me, he thought. “What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I mean, for gods' sake, Izumo, it’s Kakashi Hatake.”
Izumo just shrugged. “That’s your problem now. Take some time to think on it before doing anything rash.”
Iruka tapped his forehead against Izumo’s hand before unraveling his arms and standing to leave. “Yeah,” he said with a wan smile. “Well, I’ve got thinking to do. And grading. I’m in for a fun night.”
“You know where to find me if you get bored,” Izumo said with a wave of his hand. He was resting his elbows behind him, leaving his chest wide open for Iruka to tweak a nipple as he climbed out. Izumo groaned at the sensation.
Iruka bent down behind the other chunin and reached a hand down to play with the other nipple. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he whispered in his ear. He nipped at Izumo’s earlobe before standing and walking to the door.
“Not fair, Umino,” Izumo called after him.
“Life’s not fair, ‘Zumo,” Iruka said before shutting the door behind him.