[ Indeed, Kakashi is one of the hardest people to convince. More intelligent, much sharper than anyone else, living with him has been like living on the edge of a knife, in a place where it's the most risky. But Byakuran had decided to bank on that reckless move, to see it through, and here he is, exactly where he wants to be. He doesn't look at him, still - as far as they're both concerned, it's simply a drinking session. He toys with his glass, another sip and a face. He prefers marshmallows, he supposes.
But he looks mildly surprised at the answer - the answer he's sought for the longest time. He pours another glass for him, careful to not let him drink himself under the table, but enough so that he would be sufficiently inebriated and reckless. He smiles, then. Soft, sweet.
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But he looks mildly surprised at the answer - the answer he's sought for the longest time. He pours another glass for him, careful to not let him drink himself under the table, but enough so that he would be sufficiently inebriated and reckless. He smiles, then. Soft, sweet.
Grateful. ] Thank you, uncle.
[ Another sip. What is family for, indeed. ]