If Suigetsu was good at one thing, it was running away; particularly when he was running to save his own backside. A survivalist to the end, Suigetsu had a habit - in the form of both a blessing and a curse - of being able to sidestep via incredibly close calls in order to dodge potentially lethal situations for the sake of his own morality... so when Kisame's water prison gushed forwards on the cusp of ensnaring him, Suigetsu's body moved of it's own accord, ducking gracefully, his hand jumping to the hilt of his sword in case further action would be needed to sway the attack into a truce.
He glared lazily in the direction the voice was coming from, his eyes sliding slowly across the image of Kisame tending to his blade.
"Disappointment doesn't equal disrespect last time I checked," he retorted with enough air to his voice that it didn't seem too much like back-chat. "It just means you were expectin' something else."
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He glared lazily in the direction the voice was coming from, his eyes sliding slowly across the image of Kisame tending to his blade.
"Disappointment doesn't equal disrespect last time I checked," he retorted with enough air to his voice that it didn't seem too much like back-chat. "It just means you were expectin' something else."