There was no mistake: Itachi’s condition had worsen with naps that only succeeded a few hours every several days, with a diet of nothing but over-sugared tea and ice-cream along with other sweets ( -- And still, if he was questioned, he would have only stated that it was purely for their energy in which he consumed them, not for the pleasant taste. But even that was partly a lie -- ) his skin placid with blue-purple veins visible passed the thin layer of flesh with hollow eye-sockets and pale lips that complimented his now-spidery limbs
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When Nill only tasted the morsel of cake that had hit her without seeming upset at all, Kazama let out a slow breath, raising an eyebrow. -- Well, at least the two looked like they were having fun. No doubt Itachi would later have to deal with the commotion as these two tried to clean up afterwards, but that could be dealt with later
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