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also if i owe you a reply from like two months ago im so sorry

Any peacefulness in his demeanor dropped.

“Ah,”

His hands tightened on one another.

“It wasn’t anything too terrible. Nothing to worry about.”

At least, he wasn’t going to let himself worry about it. That altercation was well taken care of and out of his mind.

“It won’t jeopardize my work,”

That was all that really mattered. And now, it seemed like Obito was measuring just how far his companion needed to tip that cup of coffee back until it was empty. Eyes narrowed at the base of the cup when it hit the table again.

Obito was very… Hands off when it came to what he did. True, he wasn’t usually the type to get messy. Suppose it was a one time deal, for very specific reasons he wasn’t going to delve into.

“Oh?”

Maybe he sounded a little too amused.

“Not going to do anything to ‘save face’? I thought you were all about image, Madara. Never imagined I’d see the day you didn’t care about your precious impression on others.”

A nonchalant wave of the hand shooed any reply to that away.

“Anyway, I never thought you’d be messing with the dead. From what I heard, you were picking on a zombie, right? Maybe they were just exaggerating,”

One could never truly believe what they overhear on the street, but Kakuzu knew well of Madara’s undertones. He could flaunt his calm demeanor all he wanted, but Kakuzu knew so well. Sure, he didn’t know the serial killer bit, but it was easy to tell who had some anger issues a little further under the skin.

“Say a word and you’ll be missing a piece.”

oh hey

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