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[ Every now and then, Kakashi wonders if he'll ever get tired of this pattern he seems to have fallen into.

Part of him is pretty sure he's already tired of it, and that's not really a surprise, considering it's always the same shit, different day, different face, different name. The places and the people change, but the events that occur and unfold are essentially the same, and how he's surprised by anything anymore is really beyond him.

But it's not in his nature to be a pessimistic person, just as it isn't in his nature to be excessively optimistic. He's realistic and level-headed (with a fuckton of issues buried underneath the surface, clawing at his insides like toxic waste, but he's not going to get into that), and he knows how to handle himself in most situations, knows how to deal with shit when nothing goes as planned, when awful things start happening and all the control he had slips from between his fingers.

Right. He's got it. Check.

Kakashi breathes, shaking his hands out as he enters the village through the giant, imposing gate, sliding a kunai back into the belt at his waist. It's dusk, and most of the citizens of Konoha have already turned in for the night. There's a few stragglers, a woman outside her home shaking a rug out, a man leading a child away by the wrist. Kakashi himself is on his way back home after spending the majority of the day outside the bounds of the village, not really doing anything in particular, just -- thinking.

He needs time to think, sometimes. ]

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Don't apologize.

Did you sleep well?

Edited 2010-04-19 07:51 (UTC)

[ He sits up, still nestled in the blankets as he considers that question briefly. Byakuran observes Kakashi quietly, watching his movements. ]

...Not really.

Of course.

[ He takes it with a quiet nod, but doesn't drink. Rather, he holds the glass in his hands, cupped around it as if it's a sort of lifesaver. It's an awkward silence, one that Byakuran's not in any hurry to break, and he looks up at him.

He finally does, however awkwardly. It sounds ridiculous, really, given the context. ]

...How have you been, Uncle?

Busy.

[Byakuran senses it instinctively, knows that Kakashi's exhausted, and supposes that his questions could wait. He'd be amused if he could, and he simply offers his glass to him.

He can be thoughtful when he wants to be, after all - manipulating people has always required a keen insight into their thoughts, and a sharper than usual perception of human reaction. ]

You need this more than I do.

[ ...And, of course, in a moment of poetic justice, his stomach growls. ]

Hungry?

[ Byakuran looks mildly startled at the contact, before he lets Kakashi have the glass. Of course, he has the sense to look somewhat abashed as he sheds the blankets and straightens up, lankier still when those clothes practically hang off him. ]

A little. I haven't eaten for awhile, now.

I'll get you something.

[ He straightens, steps a little closer, as if to follow him. He doesn't miss that movement, and he says - ]

I'll come with you.