[Following the blood-trail inside to her freaking living room, 202 wrinkles her nose distastefully as she pauses to survey the scene. It's not that the blood itself is distasteful, but... Oh, Kakuzu. Sighing, she kicks the snow from her boots before following the trail through the house and up the stairs. Of all the things her housemates have ever done, this has to be one of the most unusual.
The trail leads, entirely unsurprisingly, to Kakuzu's door, and she knocks softly when she reaches that barrier but makes no move to let herself in. Judging by the gory mess he's made of their home, after all, there's no telling what sort of mood the old man's in now.]
[It's not a question, but not quite a demand either--She gives him the courtesy of a moment's pause before following through with the motion, in case he genuinely objects. Not that it might matter that much, given the sound of his voice-- It's not like him to sound so... Well, old.
Cracking the door to slip inside, she freezes almost immediately once it's closed once more. She'd expected the blood, but...Perhaps not quite so much of it. Closing her eyes to let the overwhelming smell of it pass over her like a wave, she takes a slow breath before speaking. Now would be a bad time to 'wolf out.'
When her eyes open again, they're bright gold, but manage nonetheless to focus on his choice of artistic endeavors. She knows those symbols...]
[He says nothing to her observation. But she had guessed right. Kakuzu had been trying to keep calm and uncaring, like normal. And he'd succeeded. Up until last night, when he had tried to force out to that dumb fuck in the wheelchair what he had trying to get at for a while, the thing that was eating at him.
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The trail leads, entirely unsurprisingly, to Kakuzu's door, and she knocks softly when she reaches that barrier but makes no move to let herself in. Judging by the gory mess he's made of their home, after all, there's no telling what sort of mood the old man's in now.]
...Kakuzu.
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....yeah.
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[It's not a question, but not quite a demand either--She gives him the courtesy of a moment's pause before following through with the motion, in case he genuinely objects. Not that it might matter that much, given the sound of his voice-- It's not like him to sound so... Well, old.
Cracking the door to slip inside, she freezes almost immediately once it's closed once more. She'd expected the blood, but...Perhaps not quite so much of it. Closing her eyes to let the overwhelming smell of it pass over her like a wave, she takes a slow breath before speaking. Now would be a bad time to 'wolf out.'
When her eyes open again, they're bright gold, but manage nonetheless to focus on his choice of artistic endeavors. She knows those symbols...]
...You're missing Hidan.
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So today, he had royally flipped his shit.]
.........yeah.
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