| [May. 14th, 2009|11:24 pm] |
Hiro blinked as the other shinobi topped him in formality while simultaneously making light of the pretension. But then, he was a Sakamoto; he'd probably lived and breathed this kind of thing for his entire life.
"I'm Hyuuga Hiro," Hiro responded fluidly, relaxing his shoulders and easing his stance; if formality wasn't called for, he wasn't going to complain. "But are you sure we've met, Sakamoto-san?" Blond hair and sharp, slightly squinty blue eyes... it rang a bell somewhere in the recesses of his mind, but that didn't make any sense. He would remember meeting a Sakamoto, surely. Still, it was impolite to not remember, but trying to pretend that he did would be worse.
Haruichi, on the other hand... Hiro winced inwardly. He still had no idea what had happened to Haruichi-sama, and it had been almost constantly in the back of his mind in the weeks since their meeting. He was almost frustrated enough that he wanted to just ask. But you couldn't ask questions like that to a--former?--Main House Hyuuga, certainly not as a member of the Branch House.
Hiro didn't reach up to rub his hitai-ate covered curse seal, but his fingers twitched.
Change the subject. "Would yakisoba be okay?" he suggested diffidently. He'd rather not subject himself to spicy noodles, if he could help it. But the other ninja had already started through the door to the ascending stairway, pausing to look back at him impatiently; feeling a bit overwhelmed, Hiro ran to catch up. |
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