[ As it is now, their haphazardly mended bond is fragile. Obito is well aware that being alive can easily and dramatically shift things between them; their resolve to work together, the much needed closure -- it all seems like their efforts to make right of their grim past have been nullified. He doesn't deserve the man's forgiveness regardless, and to readily expect or accept it seems foolish. Obito dying had spared them from having to reach that point, where they'd have to talk about where they stand with one another. They no longer have a common enemy to forcibly unite them, only shared regrets and a complicated history. It doesn't seem like it'd be enough to build or renew a bond.
He's hesitant to approach him. It's easier to keep a distance and keep a watchful eye on his old friend, which is almost too reminiscent of his habits as a teenager (he remembers lingering longer than he should have in Konoha, curious about Kakashi's progress as a ninja - he got over it in due time because the risk of getting caught wasn't worth sating his obsession). In his head, while he observes Kakashi go about his business, he mulls over ideas on how to have him sent back home, where he belongs. He's even a little annoyed that Kakashi seems content working when he should be worrying about returning to Konoha and fulfilling his duties as Hokage.
He's Hokage, isn't he?
At some point, Obito realizes that Kakashi has caught on, but he doesn't come out from behind the tree until he's deliberately called to. How funny. Didn't something like this happen when they were kids? He leaps down to the ground effortlessly once he realizes keeping distance between them would be... well, uncomfortable. Might as well get this over with. ]
Save it for someone who actually needs to eat. [ His voice takes on a snide sort of lilt. He won't mention that just because he doesn't need to eat, doesn't mean he can't. ]
The white zetsu sustains me on its own. [ His left hand shifts over to his other side, gripping his right arm lightly. Beneath the black fabric of his uniform, the stark white build of his arm isn't visible, but the gesture is intended to be a reminder of its existence. ]
I can help. [ Not that he knows how to cook, but it doesn't look hard. He'll just fucking copy Kakashi's techniques with the sharingan. ] Not that you need it.
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He's hesitant to approach him. It's easier to keep a distance and keep a watchful eye on his old friend, which is almost too reminiscent of his habits as a teenager (he remembers lingering longer than he should have in Konoha, curious about Kakashi's progress as a ninja - he got over it in due time because the risk of getting caught wasn't worth sating his obsession). In his head, while he observes Kakashi go about his business, he mulls over ideas on how to have him sent back home, where he belongs. He's even a little annoyed that Kakashi seems content working when he should be worrying about returning to Konoha and fulfilling his duties as Hokage.
He's Hokage, isn't he?
At some point, Obito realizes that Kakashi has caught on, but he doesn't come out from behind the tree until he's deliberately called to. How funny. Didn't something like this happen when they were kids? He leaps down to the ground effortlessly once he realizes keeping distance between them would be... well, uncomfortable. Might as well get this over with. ]
Save it for someone who actually needs to eat. [ His voice takes on a snide sort of lilt. He won't mention that just because he doesn't need to eat, doesn't mean he can't. ]
The white zetsu sustains me on its own. [ His left hand shifts over to his other side, gripping his right arm lightly. Beneath the black fabric of his uniform, the stark white build of his arm isn't visible, but the gesture is intended to be a reminder of its existence. ]
I can help. [ Not that he knows how to cook, but it doesn't look hard. He'll just fucking copy Kakashi's techniques with the sharingan. ] Not that you need it.
[ Mister Chef. ]