Haku in a foul mood always led to two possible outcomes, entertainment or catastrophic. Unfortunately for most, it looked like it was dangerously hinging on the later. Not wanting to bother with going through the miles of red tape involving his superiors with damaged property and loss of civilian life, Kimimaro took the monstrous task of quelling Haku's mood for the greater good.

Sweet smelling flowers were showy, often prissy little trinkets. Always for show and rarely ever for practical use, it didn't shock him that those types of flowers littered the surrounding area. Ah, what Kimi wouldn't give to actually be amidst Haku's garden, the soft earthy smell of his herbs were always a welcome distraction from the world around him. At Haku's words, however, a low sort of smirk made its way a crossed his stoic features.

"I wouldn't go as far as to say we received nothing from our talks of peace. The parchment the presented us with will make for a very ironic center piece within the Mizukage's office while they sign away everything they gluttonously hold near and dear to them."

Such open casual talk was very dangerous, tip toeing the line of treason even, but yet Kimimaro held no fear for the repercussions of his actions. What did he have to fear from the truth?

"Is he as emotionally pathetic as they say? I barely spared a moment in listening to him speak to the group."