More interesting that this sandwich, anyway. He tossed the rest of it into a birds nest as he walked and shifted the bag carefully.
Mm. Kimchee. He stuffed a wad of cabbage into his mouth and chewed, wished he'd had baluts.
Kept listening. To everything. The smells were all, neutral. He wished he was a little closer, Duo's chakra might be broadcasting his state of mind but Grayson was a read-by-smells creature and from here Kisame was being forced to accept that Grayson wasn't panicking, dying, or overly happy.
Stupid body language, even harder to read with that whole accept of pain.
He wondered when they'd notice the lack of his foot prints. Grayson'd probably just assume he'd taken to the trees. Well. He'd be right, but Kisame was still curious.