@kisumshi // neji ( cont. )
Neji's gaze ascends from the pages sprawled across his blanketed lap, pale eyes settling on Shikamaru with a quiet scrutiny. The request was as unceremonious as everything else the shinobi said, delivered like it was the most obvious solution in the world. Neji holds his expressionless stare for a beat longer than necessary, then exhales softly through his nose. "You're making an assumption..." He shifts just enough to create space beside him despite the dry observation. "That I'm willing to share." It's not exactly a no, but certainly not an enthusiastic yes either. Neji clicks his tongue in resignation, focus returning to his book.
"You can try your luck and see what happens, I suppose." A wry grin curls the corners of his mouth.
'is it an assumption?' comes his own query, relaxed, an easy retort, as he steps closer, nearer, holding neji's probing gaze before it's dropped, the other shinobi shifting where he sits. he's made room it seems.
it isn't necessarily an offer, least of all an enthusiastic one, but it isn't a refusal either. shikamaru finds that he's willing to push his luck.
he notes the almost taunting curvature of his lips, the subtle note of threat, of danger, laced within his words, and feels his own expression shift; the faint tug of a smirk, the soft glimmer of amusement within his eyes.
he allows himself to fall into the seat next to him, to neji, coming to rest comfortably, lazily, at his side. fingers idly move along the hem of the blanket, a further test. 'looks big enough to share to me.'
