kiba, eager as ever, wastes no time with the command. he scrambles up onto his feet, padding over to the unasummingly plain drawer. clasping the small bottle in an impossibly large hand, he sinks his knees into the couches' cushions, a hand braced onto the back which he faced. he swiftly works his pants off, practically vibrating. " should I go quick boss?? " he calls out, ears perked towards the door.