Duo debated arguing. He was good at arguing. Talented even. If there was a school for arguing, well, he wouldn't have bothered to attend, what with having argued his way out of it, but still.
On the other hand, taking a break meant sitting down.
He gave Kisame an eloquent dirty look and limped to the edge of the path to drop heavily onto a convenient looking rock. Then he looked down.
Oh. Bloody foot prints. That was never good.
And the stupid stolen shoes were rubbing his heels raw. Duo winced slightly, shrugged his shoulder so Absinthe tumbled off with a yowl, and bent down to strip off his brand new little torture devices. "When I get home, I'm never taking boots for granted again..."