{maskedacrobat}
And here came the jokers.
Blearily (and bitterly) reminded of the obnoxiously dramatic movie heroes Uzumaki had once (or still) held favor for, the expression barely morphing typically blank features was enough to reveal a hint of his inner bewilderment. Truthfully, normally he'd care very little for what other people wore, yet this?
A little odd, in all honestly.
The man was a ninja then, Sasuke could only assume. Yet the presence of the somewhat bizarre mask perched neatly atop a trim nose clued him into something more-- enough of a difference to prompt a temporary halt in his disinterested stride. Allowing the single movement of a lightly quirked brow to initiate, the teen hesitated via only a minuscule pause before grumbling a solid yet monotone 'greeting'.
"You're in the way."
