The mention of Fugaku sent a shadow across Shisui's face, and he tried to force the awkward tension in his throat slowly back down where it came from, but to no avail. "I see." He paused, considering whether or not he ought to inquire as to the nature of the joint visit, and decided, eventually, that he would. "...What did they want?" After all, why would Obito leave him hanging with only half the information? That was rude.

His shoulders slumped just a little at the mention of being valued for more than just his eyes. "That's... going to take some getting used to." It was murmured, and Shisui averted his gaze to Obito's desk.

And, finding the need to change the topic from himself to something else, he quickly added: "I've been meaning to ask. Do you know of anyone with a spoiled brat of a cat who's escaped into the streets for the millionth time?" There was just that one lady with that old cat; he was hoping it'd be a yes so he could get Ami to train... Sort of like her first real mission.