[ Kakashi can see the shadow of the boy who saved his life and changed it forever in Obito's grin and hear the echo of a younger voice in the statement that accompanies it. It's cause for another bittersweet pang, yet it also makes him smile; a private smile to himself that's obscured by his mask, only traces of it to be found in the crinkling corners of his eyes. Maybe there's hope for them yet and they can make this work after all.
Maybe some things don't have to change, no matter the time or selves lost.
He'll hold on to that small hope that things don't have to be so agonizingly awkward between them as he neatly lays out his supplies. He briefly wanders away to find a smooth stone big enough to prep his fish on in lieu of a kitchen counter-top, but he makes it back in time to witness Obito emerging from the river with a— well, something that can only be called a fish if one considers every creature that lives in water to be a fish. Which is to say it hardly seems like a fish at all.
Kakashi can only stare. ]
... Is that even edible?
[ It has way too many eyes to even look the slightest bit palatable. Obito, why? ]
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Maybe some things don't have to change, no matter the time or selves lost.
He'll hold on to that small hope that things don't have to be so agonizingly awkward between them as he neatly lays out his supplies. He briefly wanders away to find a smooth stone big enough to prep his fish on in lieu of a kitchen counter-top, but he makes it back in time to witness Obito emerging from the river with a— well, something that can only be called a fish if one considers every creature that lives in water to be a fish. Which is to say it hardly seems like a fish at all.
Kakashi can only stare. ]
... Is that even edible?
[ It has way too many eyes to even look the slightest bit palatable. Obito, why? ]