[ Kisame has just enough time to recognize "gyokuro" as yet another thing their worlds have in common; as he recalls, it's typically a rather expensive tea. Then Shinobu continues on, her smile wry and her words hitting like an anvil.
A sweet tooth. She has a bit of a sweet tooth.
She steps to the counter to order their drinks. Kisame stands a short distance behind her, his eyes never leaving her back. Some part of him recognizes how odd he must look, gazing at her as though nothing else exists in this world. Do people think he's lovestruck, or does he appear as shaken as he feels? Still, he can't bring himself to look away; he feels as though doing so might cause the revelation to slip between his fingers like so many grains of sand.
How did he fail to notice it before? Is it because she smiles so often? Is it because she is warm and tactile? Is it because she exudes concern for others and seeks to look after them? He doesn't know. Looking at her now, it seems as obvious as words on a page or blood on a blade. How did it take this long for him to recognize the similarities between Shinobu and Itachi…?
By the time Kisame regains his composure, Shinobu is already paying for their order. He looks away, catches sight of an older man giving him a knowing look, and promptly turns his head in the other direction. (Now he knows that he didn't appear shaken.) He spots an empty place near a window overlooking the park, and he makes his way over, wanting to at least secure a place for them to sit. Better to do something rather than allow himself to be overwhelmed by far too many emotions. ]
we've got this
A sweet tooth. She has a bit of a sweet tooth.
She steps to the counter to order their drinks. Kisame stands a short distance behind her, his eyes never leaving her back. Some part of him recognizes how odd he must look, gazing at her as though nothing else exists in this world. Do people think he's lovestruck, or does he appear as shaken as he feels? Still, he can't bring himself to look away; he feels as though doing so might cause the revelation to slip between his fingers like so many grains of sand.
How did he fail to notice it before? Is it because she smiles so often? Is it because she is warm and tactile? Is it because she exudes concern for others and seeks to look after them? He doesn't know. Looking at her now, it seems as obvious as words on a page or blood on a blade. How did it take this long for him to recognize the similarities between Shinobu and Itachi…?
By the time Kisame regains his composure, Shinobu is already paying for their order. He looks away, catches sight of an older man giving him a knowing look, and promptly turns his head in the other direction. (Now he knows that he didn't appear shaken.) He spots an empty place near a window overlooking the park, and he makes his way over, wanting to at least secure a place for them to sit. Better to do something rather than allow himself to be overwhelmed by far too many emotions. ]