Madara’s presence was welcomed and appreciated, as Haku wasn’t sure he’d be very comfortable alone right now. It wasn’t that he couldn’t protect himself-- Growing up, he had to learn self defense to combat the bullies that tried hazing him, he just never liked having to use what he knew.
Madara was, at least, another set of eyes, and rather calming as far as company came. One of the Yuki’s favorite dancers to work with, though he wouldn’t say so in the company of their co-workers. He takes a deep breath as he pours water in the pot, turning on the stove eye and setting it to boil. Afterwards, he’s opening a cabinet to go through his teas.
“Mmm... Maybe chamomile would be best,” he thinks aloud, grabbing the appropriate box, stretching high on the tips of his toes to reach. Turning back around, he nods in agreement.
“I was thinking the same thing-- Though, it’s strange, isn’t it? This place was supposed to be pretty secure to begin with,” he hummed out, honey brown eyes flickering back up to meet the Uchiha’s.
“What do you suppose he wanted with me?”
His lips pulling into a line, Haku knew that what usually rubbed people the wrong way, for whatever reason, was how feminine he was-- How he was fine with that. There had even been a few people that would get angry over it, having thought he was a woman, and getting embarrassed and frustrated they had made any remarks or given out any compliments. Though, he isn’t sure if he had ever even seen the man in question.
“Do you think he was trying to rob me? ...Or that he’s one of those creepy stalkers?”
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