AU RP--

[mooneye]

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[mooneye]

"What don't you know?" the question was just a murmur. He stroked his hand over Itachi's hair.

[youngesthokage]

"If it's okay." It was a murmur, and he closed his eyes.

[mooneye]

He was quiet. Slowly, he shifted and leaned and sat back down beside Itachi, side-to-side with him. He found his cousin's hand and laced their fingers. "It could be our secret," he said, after a while.

[youngesthokage]

"I don't... think I'd be able to keep it secret." It was a murmur.

[mooneye]

That made him smile, though a bit sadly. He was thinking ahead. What might work, if this wouldn't? He needed to meet the Kiri-nin.

[youngesthokage]

He noticed and squeezed his fingers, not sure what else to say, really. "...Tea?"

[mooneye]

At first he didn't hear just what had been asked. He looked at Itachi and thought--what had he said? Oh. Tea.

"Hm. All right."

[youngesthokage]

He leaned in, brushing his lips over his cheekbone before pushing to his feet, sweeping up the other man's empty cup on his way.

[mooneye]

He watched him walk away and then gave a quiet, rough sigh and stretched again, pulling his arms up over his head. He stood up in one graceful motion, looking around the room.

[youngesthokage]

"There isn't a whole lot for entertainment in there." It was an amused voice that greeted his search as Itachi set about getting a cup for himself and refilling Obito's.

[mooneye]

"Not if we're not going to..." and that was just a grumble to himself, that trailed off into softer grumbles. But he was mostly teasing now, smiling in a frustrated way. He strolled around through the room, examining it the way he had when he first entered, in case he had missed anything.

[youngesthokage]

"Obito-nii~. Tea." He moved over and setit on the small table.

[mooneye]

He came when he was called, sliding over to the table and wrapping his hands around the hot cup.

[youngesthokage]

He smiled a little and tilted his head. "Not what you had in mind, but not terrible I hope. Just don't expect any cooking."

[mooneye]

"You never learned to cook?" He turned the cup around between his fingers, sliding them along the dry porcelain heat, tapping his fingernails on its sides to make it clink.

[youngesthokage]

"...I can make flawless rice."

[mooneye]

"How flawless?" He smirked. "Well. You've got assistants and things following you around making sure you don't starve, so."

[youngesthokage]

"Very flawless. And they don't follow me home."

[mooneye]

"So, what? You only eat flawless rice at home, and nothing else?"

[youngesthokage]

"....Since Kisame left... yes."

[mooneye]

That got the usual frown--though after what he said really sank in the look became more wry and disbelieving. "You've got a swordsman of the Mist... you've got the swordsman of the Mist cooking dinner for you?"

[youngesthokage]

"He's actually rather good with the kitchen..." It was a murmur and he flushed slightly, sipping his tea.

[mooneye]

"...I don't buy it." He shook his head.

[youngesthokage]

he blinked at him with a curious noise.

[mooneye]

It was just too strange. Well. But all of this was strange. Finally he just shook his head. "You probably ought to be eating more than just rice."