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〝 I might be. 〞 His voice was soft, eyes only visible due to the high collar of his Akatsuki cloak, still hiding slightly behind dark bangs. 〝 I was looking for the next village, if you don’t mind pointing it. 〞
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yes.. that’s how strangers are.
( itachi audibly chuckles, before moving his head and gazing anywhere else, not looking for anything specific. )
but i don’t find many archers along the way, nor many .. paranoid ones.
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you seem very careful, yet aggressive. that tells tales of wounds that still bleed till this day.
( gaze focused on his movements, although not directly. itachi sighs, removing the hat that hid away his scratched headband —– a traitor to anyone who knew. )
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( hands opt not to grab the weapon, courtesy of the stranger's response— but he still has his skepticisms. )
i see. i was a wanderer for many years, myself. i sincerely apologize for my discourtesies.
i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break.
/ btw .. seeing them tomorrow. crazy how i saw them during their first tour in 100 capacity rooms, and now arenas. from self titled to the newer stuff, i love this band. 🫂
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( itachi shook his head, the cloth of his cloak covered half of face simply leaving much to the imagination of who he was. yet he wasn’t one to tell just anyone .. couldn’t afford naivety, eyes fixated on his movements. careful. )
not at all .. i’m just a wanderer.
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one cannot always afford naivety.
( even more suspicious, since the other didn't answer the second question. that's the important one— what Hanzo was trying to get to the root of. arms move to grab his bow, just in case. )
are you 𝘏𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰, stranger?
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yes .. judgmental, almost.
( his heart rhythm doesn’t change upon the sudden tone. he didn’t take it as one, despite the rust in his skills, should they be needed [or not]. )
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