[ Kakashi really doesn't know how to go about navigating this strained relationship between the two of them when he isn't even sure how to act around Obito. He's not that strict, rule-obsessed kid anymore, but being his usual seemingly laid-back self seems wrong somehow. Obito would see right through that. Not to mention that it's hard to be casual when everything about Obito leaves him feeling off-kilter.
It doesn't help that he still can't quite reconcile the boy he knew, the idealized picture he's painted of him over the years of talking to a memorial stone, and the man that is now physically standing in front of him who went against everything his younger self once stood for. Thinking back on it, they were never even truly friends. Their friendship had only really begun the day Obito supposedly died and that adds to the uncertainty of the whole situation.
But he's trying here — after all, shouldn't the real thing be better than a ghost and a cold slab of stone? — and that has to count for ... something.
He raises an eyebrow at the snide tone, unperturbed after having had Sasuke as a student and realizing that it's an Uchiha thing with Itachi's polite demeanor really having been the exception to the norm. He follows the gesture with his eyes and it's not like he forgot, but ... ]
Just because you don't have to eat, doesn't mean that you can't. [ If Obito won't mention it, then Kakashi will. He's changed in many ways, but his penchant for effectively calling out bullshit when he sees it hasn't. ] Does it?
[ At least he's more gracious enough now to offer an out, should Obito feel the need to keep being stubborn and lie. The question is accompanied with a slight questioning head-tilt before he shrugs his shoulders and turns away to move toward the fire. ]
Can you even cook?
[ It's not asked in a mean-spirited way. It's just that Obito has had the white zetsu sustaining him since he was a kid so obviously there hadn't been a need to learn. ]
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It doesn't help that he still can't quite reconcile the boy he knew, the idealized picture he's painted of him over the years of talking to a memorial stone, and the man that is now physically standing in front of him who went against everything his younger self once stood for. Thinking back on it, they were never even truly friends. Their friendship had only really begun the day Obito supposedly died and that adds to the uncertainty of the whole situation.
But he's trying here — after all, shouldn't the real thing be better than a ghost and a cold slab of stone? — and that has to count for ... something.
He raises an eyebrow at the snide tone, unperturbed after having had Sasuke as a student and realizing that it's an Uchiha thing with Itachi's polite demeanor really having been the exception to the norm. He follows the gesture with his eyes and it's not like he forgot, but ... ]
Just because you don't have to eat, doesn't mean that you can't. [ If Obito won't mention it, then Kakashi will. He's changed in many ways, but his penchant for effectively calling out bullshit when he sees it hasn't. ] Does it?
[ At least he's more gracious enough now to offer an out, should Obito feel the need to keep being stubborn and lie. The question is accompanied with a slight questioning head-tilt before he shrugs his shoulders and turns away to move toward the fire. ]
Can you even cook?
[ It's not asked in a mean-spirited way. It's just that Obito has had the white zetsu sustaining him since he was a kid so obviously there hadn't been a need to learn. ]