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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[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?

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Not particularly. [But she's still going to linger. Call it a social experiment]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[So he sees.] And I assume there's nothing I can help you with.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

You're offering? I could think of something.

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

It's not a blanketed offer. If you have to think, the answer is no.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

Stingy. [That's a little hiss after that. It's about what she expected, anyway. Mmm potato]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[She just gets a raised eyebrow for this. He's speaking with her and sharing his food, after all. That isn't entirely stingy.]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Of course not, but hey if there's something to complain about; might as well. After all, she was sorta sarcastic there. ...Sorta. Not really but one can dream. She'll just polish of her potato in silence]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

If you'd like to take one back with you, I have extra. I don't plan on staying out here much longer.

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

I'll take you up on that. [And she holds up a hand. A hand which says "toss me one." Ignore the logic here]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Consider it tossed. Careful, it's hot.]

[compos-mentis.livejournal.com]

[Hot? Psshaw, this is fine. She catches it and gives the guy a nod before standing. Fine, she'll take a cue this once and start to march off.

...Not thanking him though, and he remains in the corner of her eye at least the whole time until she's confident she's far enough away nothing bad'll happen]