[ she's unaware of the revelations he’s going through at the moment, nor the look that the older gentleman gives to kisame. the girl behind the counter chats enthusiastically with her, recommending a few cakes that pair well with the tea. kisame doesn’t strike shinobu as someone interested in sweets, so she passes on them, opting to leave the girl a bigger tip instead to make up for it. when she turns around, she spots kisame at the window and makes her way over with their tea. ]
Thank you, [ she says, for securing a spot as she places his tea next to him. it’s a nice view, one that softens the smile on her face when she takes a sip of her own tea. the ache of homesickness is soothed a little by the newness of his company and she tries not to dwell on those emotions, shifting in her seat to look at the cup in his hands. ] How is it? Is it similar to what you’ve had back home?
[ she wonders if it’s selfish of her to allow herself this sort of indulgence, to let herself come to this city with him rather than working to find a way back home. but it had been so long since she’d been able to that she didn’t realize how much she’d wanted it, to put down the weight of duty and responsibility for a little while. perhaps this is what kanae had wanted for her, to live a normal life where she could have these kinds of meetings; to meet someone she would grow to care for and spend her life with.
she keeps her hands around her own cup, fingers tightening around the ceramic so she doesn’t reach for his instead. ]
[ Shinobu's thanks is returned with one in kind as Kisame expresses his appreciation for her generosity. Mentally, he notes that he'll have to move faster and pay next time. (It doesn't strike him as odd that he is already planning for a "next time." Then again, he's grappling with quite the revelation.) He sips his tea slowly, savoring the familiar flavor; it's a perfect match for what it knows, and it takes him back to countless teashops in his own world.
Shinobu would fit right into his world, he thinks, though he wouldn't wish such an ugly place upon her. Then he catches his own thoughts, incriminating in the wake of that knowing look, and pulls himself away from such musing. ]
Oh, yes, very similar, [ he says with a smile once he lowers his cup. ] I'm not a connoisseur, but I can't taste any difference at all. Strange, isn't it? I would have expected at least a slight variation.
[ His gaze drops to her cup, taking note of her grip on it. ]
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Thank you, [ she says, for securing a spot as she places his tea next to him. it’s a nice view, one that softens the smile on her face when she takes a sip of her own tea. the ache of homesickness is soothed a little by the newness of his company and she tries not to dwell on those emotions, shifting in her seat to look at the cup in his hands. ] How is it? Is it similar to what you’ve had back home?
[ she wonders if it’s selfish of her to allow herself this sort of indulgence, to let herself come to this city with him rather than working to find a way back home. but it had been so long since she’d been able to that she didn’t realize how much she’d wanted it, to put down the weight of duty and responsibility for a little while. perhaps this is what kanae had wanted for her, to live a normal life where she could have these kinds of meetings; to meet someone she would grow to care for and spend her life with.
she keeps her hands around her own cup, fingers tightening around the ceramic so she doesn’t reach for his instead. ]
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Shinobu would fit right into his world, he thinks, though he wouldn't wish such an ugly place upon her. Then he catches his own thoughts, incriminating in the wake of that knowing look, and pulls himself away from such musing. ]
Oh, yes, very similar, [ he says with a smile once he lowers his cup. ] I'm not a connoisseur, but I can't taste any difference at all. Strange, isn't it? I would have expected at least a slight variation.
[ His gaze drops to her cup, taking note of her grip on it. ]
What about yours, Shinobu-san?