#helloooooo again

            oh. that must be why there’s a dull throb building in his skull, made worse when pulls himself upright as kakuzu settles beside him. a moment of lightheadedness whites out his vision, and kakashi gives himself a second to center himself. it occurs to him that kakuzu actively sought him out for the purpose of warning him and … his company? and kakashi’s not quite sure how he feels about that.

            “ … thanks.”        without ceremony, he tugs his mask down and takes a swig of the bottle. he glances at the other man when he’s done, the back of a gloved hand swiping across his mouth.        “how did you know where to find me?” 

     Kakuzu had opted not to wear his cloak that day, and one of his lighter masks and hood to cover his head. He’d not specifically been looking for Kakashi, it just seemed more like... it would be likely to stumble across him if they both had some time off. So, he’d carried an extra water bottle with the intention on handing it over if they crossed paths. 

     “It’s easy,” Kakuzu grunted. “I simply go where I think that people are unlikely to bother me, and lo and behold, here you are. I also have a proclivity for finding things, and people that don’t want to be found.” His voice darkened at the end of his explanation, and Kakuzu paused for suspense. Then, he let out a low grumble of laughter, and pulled his own mask down to drink from the canteen attached to his hip.