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[just_like_daddy]

Characters: Russel and whoever shows up.
Content: Arrival and confusion
Location: Near the University
Time: Day
Warnings: Russel has a dirty mouth.

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[defaultstare]

The sun was mostly hidden by clouds. It mirrored Senju’s bad mood rather poetically, though he wouldn’t have said that if asked. The Shodaime-Hokage wouldn’t have said very much at all, should someone have bothered to inquire. But of course, shinobi-training kept his face blank, and there was only a thin line of tension in the way Senju gripped the unsheathed katana, wet with greenish-gray gunk. Crab-blood, and it stunk like rot

[just_like_daddy]

Russel reeled on the stranger. How dare he try to get in the way of his search for his brother! "Who the hell are you?!" he snapped back angrily. He took note of the sword, he'd be stupid not to. But that doesn't mean that he wasn't angry all the same.

[defaultstare]

Senju might have smiled, or it might have been nothing, but he moved, and jumped down, landing soundlessly on the concrete. This place couldn’t take that skill away from him, though it had taken just about everything else. Taijutsu wasn’t something you could loose, easily or not. It was just there.

“Senju,” he said in response to the question, utterly unimpressed with the show of temper, “and you have a sadly underdeveloped sense of self-preservation.”

He twirled the sword when he said it, almost without noticing.

[just_like_daddy]

Russel stood his ground, his hands in his pockets. He almost glared at the other man, but his look was closer to bemused than anything. "Is that supposed to be some kind of threat?" he raised a curious eyebrow.