Shisui couldn't stop his palm from finding his face, shaking his head behind it-- mostly at his cousins. All of them, including the one standing right in front of him. The one supposed to be wearing the large and ugly hat.
He had to slide his fingers just low enough so that his view was unhindered when he stared at Obito, deadpan. "Itachi-- broken hands?!" He wasn't even going to ask what Itachi had been up to in order to get himself broken hands. That wasn't a very common injury, so he might had to have gone and done something ridiculous, Shisui surmised.
It wasn't often that Shisui got to call Itachi an idiot, but this time he was tempted to. And yet he wasn't sure if this was a result of torture or rescue or just plain old daredevilry, so he refrained from getting himself even more agitated over the state of his best friend's health. "What was he thinking? What-- Obito-n--" Shisui paused, shaking his head once while he cleared his throat, changing gears. "Hokage-sama." Ah, still not used to referring to his cousin by his formal title.
"Tell me it wasn't Sasuke trying to show off in front of his big brother and Itachi had to risk everything to rescue him." Shisui's tone was almost pleading. --Because once upon a time he remembered Sasuke being so very competitive.
Last time he checked, he didn't think that much had changed...
He moved to accept the scroll from the other man, swiftly glancing over its contents. That will do. The ninja cat, that is.
But once again, he turned his attention to Obito, eyebrow raised while he rolled the scroll back up. "A lot of misinformation?" He sounded almost exasperated. He sounded almost accusing, too. How could you let this happen? "Has anything been done to address it?" Shisui was almost willing to accept the task of introducing some form of 're-education' to set things right if this was beginning to become a habit. To a veteran of the Third Shinobi War, this behavior was unacceptable. And being an Uchiha and having lived through hostile years and harbored vivid memories of injustice, Shisui worried. He worried for Obito, for them all.
This... clearly wasn't what he was expecting to hear upon arrival.
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He had to slide his fingers just low enough so that his view was unhindered when he stared at Obito, deadpan. "Itachi-- broken hands?!" He wasn't even going to ask what Itachi had been up to in order to get himself broken hands. That wasn't a very common injury, so he might had to have gone and done something ridiculous, Shisui surmised.
It wasn't often that Shisui got to call Itachi an idiot, but this time he was tempted to. And yet he wasn't sure if this was a result of torture or rescue or just plain old daredevilry, so he refrained from getting himself even more agitated over the state of his best friend's health. "What was he thinking? What-- Obito-n--" Shisui paused, shaking his head once while he cleared his throat, changing gears. "Hokage-sama." Ah, still not used to referring to his cousin by his formal title.
"Tell me it wasn't Sasuke trying to show off in front of his big brother and Itachi had to risk everything to rescue him." Shisui's tone was almost pleading. --Because once upon a time he remembered Sasuke being so very competitive.
Last time he checked, he didn't think that much had changed...
He moved to accept the scroll from the other man, swiftly glancing over its contents. That will do. The ninja cat, that is.
But once again, he turned his attention to Obito, eyebrow raised while he rolled the scroll back up. "A lot of misinformation?" He sounded almost exasperated. He sounded almost accusing, too. How could you let this happen? "Has anything been done to address it?" Shisui was almost willing to accept the task of introducing some form of 're-education' to set things right if this was beginning to become a habit. To a veteran of the Third Shinobi War, this behavior was unacceptable. And being an Uchiha and having lived through hostile years and harbored vivid memories of injustice, Shisui worried. He worried for Obito, for them all.
This... clearly wasn't what he was expecting to hear upon arrival.