There was nothing quite like walking into a shop and seeing the head of a prominent clan sitting at one of the tables and clearly bent on taking up the whole bench. More surprising than that however, was the kitten in his lap. With absolutely no room to even begin thinking about posing a query to the Uchiha patriarch, Neji nodded a perfectly normal acknowledgement then turned his attention from the man to the much simpler task of getting a nice, warm cup of tea.
The rain that blew through was chilling in the wake of the wind that followed, and Neji counted himself lucky, drowned as he felt, that he'd found this shop to wait the majority of it out in because despite keeping his shivering under relative control, no shinobi was actually immune to cold. It seemed he wasn't the only one to think so, if the crowded shop was any indication.
Neji accepted his tea with a murmur of thanks and far be it for him to impose himself on a Clan Head, Neji moved to lean against the back wall to nurse it. That he managed to give Fugaku a respectable amount of distance was a considerable bonus, and the hard frown in his expression made him wonder if all Clan Heads developed that particular expression for a reason. Hiashi was certainly no friendlier in manner. Not that he was looking- or appeared to be anyway. The benefit of Hyuuga's blank eyes was a distinct inability to see where their attention was focused.
The kitten however, had no such reservations and stared straight at him in what appeared to be some measure of deep offense. Like it could sense the buckets of rainwater soaked into his clothing and saturated his hair.
Peace and a strained silence seemed to stretch between them and Neji wondered if it might be more polite to say something. He banished the idea within moments and decided to maintain his silence, because as foreboding as Fugaku seemed, he had no connection or real obligation to the man- beyond perhaps being partially responsible for Sasuke being hungover some days.
sorry I just Hyuuga Uchiha lulz
The rain that blew through was chilling in the wake of the wind that followed, and Neji counted himself lucky, drowned as he felt, that he'd found this shop to wait the majority of it out in because despite keeping his shivering under relative control, no shinobi was actually immune to cold. It seemed he wasn't the only one to think so, if the crowded shop was any indication.
Neji accepted his tea with a murmur of thanks and far be it for him to impose himself on a Clan Head, Neji moved to lean against the back wall to nurse it. That he managed to give Fugaku a respectable amount of distance was a considerable bonus, and the hard frown in his expression made him wonder if all Clan Heads developed that particular expression for a reason. Hiashi was certainly no friendlier in manner. Not that he was looking- or appeared to be anyway. The benefit of Hyuuga's blank eyes was a distinct inability to see where their attention was focused.
The kitten however, had no such reservations and stared straight at him in what appeared to be some measure of deep offense. Like it could sense the buckets of rainwater soaked into his clothing and saturated his hair.
Peace and a strained silence seemed to stretch between them and Neji wondered if it might be more polite to say something. He banished the idea within moments and decided to maintain his silence, because as foreboding as Fugaku seemed, he had no connection or real obligation to the man- beyond perhaps being partially responsible for Sasuke being hungover some days.