002 [Action post]

[mercurial314]

Fuck. No cigarettes anywhere.

[He's rummaging around in the kitchen, which is the last place in the house he hasn't looked in yet. He's wearing a black cloak, decorated with stylish little red clouds. Who might it belong to? Well, Katou didn't exactly care when he found it on a back of a chair, neatly folded there. He's more comfortable with

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[unownedboy]

[Itachi is totally awesome enough to sneak into the house without making a sound. He can sense another's chakra, but his traps are still set, and that makes him a little grumpy. He slips into the kitchen, sharingan spinning, eyes narrowing dangerously at the blond man rifling through his kitchen, wearing his clothing.]

How did you get in?

[His voice is dangerously low, very close to a growl.]

[mercurial314]

AAAHHH!! [Katou jumps, whips around and scampers backwards until his back is pressed against the kitchen counter. He stays there for several moments, panting, blinking at the stranger.]

Y-you... fucking scared... the s-shit out of me.

[unownedboy]

[Itachi's expression doesn't change as he studies the man for a moment, one hand poised above his pouch of shuriken.]

You did not answer my question.

[mercurial314]

Well, excuse me, [Katou muttered while straightening up and throwing a half hearted glare at the dark haired guy. Weird looking eyes, Katou decided, creepy.]

You tell me, man. I woke up in that room there. [And his words are accompanied by an indicating wave towards one of the bedrooms. The cloak is hanging from one of his shoulders, slipping down from the other, parting at his right side, the one without a mechanical arm.] The weird talking book said something about Malunoso or whatever dipshit they are, prisoning us here.

I-I'm just trying to find some cigarettes... [His bravado hasn't woken up yet. He's acting like a kid, caught hand in the cookie jar, pressing against the counter harder and glancing about to find a way out.]