Kisame bit back a snarl, knowing the thought was a lie. Dammit.
He wasn't being THAT pissy. Not like he'd abandoned them.
Kisame watched them limp along under his branch through a veil of green. Wasn't hard to be perfectly still, really.
He'd keep them in sight.
Pissy shark, he grumbled, to himself. Kow-tow indeed. Argh!
He ate Duo's sandwich mostly out of spite before standing and starting to walk after them. Well, if by walk you mean long, leggy steps and the occasional jump from branch to branch.
Ha! He had their water. He wondered how long it'd take for them to realize THAT.