eight crows (朱) action

[yourhatred]

Itachi, dressed warmly, has started a small campfire to the side of community building two. There, one can find the ninja cooking... sweet potatoes? And slow roasted tomatoes.

Sometimes he just needs an open fire. That and some time to think.

What is it they say about the best laid plans? He's sure the answer accounts for his current situation no matter what world one happens to be from.]

((slightly backdated to wednesday night))

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Sorry for the delay!

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Itachi does nothing to stop her, nor does he look up from the potato he's turning slowly over the flames.]

Generally, one asks before joining another at their fire.

I'm delayeder

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Bad habit of mine, forgetting to ask. [Not that she's asking now either. Though at this point she regrets she has nothing to actually roast. ]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

If I told you to leave, what would you do?

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Probably just stay put here. I'm getting comfy.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

You're that confident of your own abilities? I could be a dangerous person.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

If you're going to attack me or something why not make it worth my while and get it over with? [Really, he voice almost sounds eager at the idea. And as she says it, she places one of her hands casually on her hip. ...Also near where he sword (currently in a knife form) is]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

If I was going to attack you, I would have done so before you'd taken a seat.

[Calmly, he offers a potato.]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Called it. Still, it does pay to have some shed of caution sometimes. She takes the potato.]

So, what made you decide to go rustic here?

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

I felt like making a meal over an open fire.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Impulsive. [...Hm. Potato... she sniffs it. She actually has never had one of these]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I'm more used to this than cooking over a stove.

It won't bite back.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

I'm used to a flash-mic.

[...Hmm. More smelling- doesn't look like it's blatantly dangerous with anything she'd familiar with]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[He... has no idea what that is, but he's not going to ask.

The ninja will just be cutting his own sweet potato with a kunai, allowing her to decide what to do with hers.]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[And, after concluding that it should be fine, she takes a fingernail, elongates it a little, and will be cutting the potato with a finger. There we go...]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[He might have raised an eyebrow, but he was used to strange occurrences like that here now.]

Is this how you normally meet new people?

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Not always. [Okay, cut, cut... tiny pieces so if she is ingesting something bad it's not in large parts]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Just often?

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

When I'm in the mood.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

I see.

[Idle chatter isn't something Itachi excels at, but learning a little about some of the other inhabitants may be helpful at this point. That, and it helps to keep him from doing nothing but dwelling on his current dilemma.]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

So- got a name? [And... popping one of those tiny pieces in her mouth. ...Mm. Not bad]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Itachi.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Nina Parker. [Blase. And... second bite. Okay, yeah, this works]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Full name. Ah well. He'll give it if asked.]

So now we're acquainted.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Looks like it.

[Snort. ...She needs something else here. Bah. One more potato piece]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Were you hoping to accomplish something else?