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ask Hidan stuff / ( unprompted, always accepting. )
hoppity-hop-hop!! oopsie. there he goes, dodging all of that ( laughter trailing behind him in the aftermath, a ghost dancing in his footsteps ). when he straightens, hair just a little in disarray from the ( acrobatic ) evasion, he’s grinning, even as he dusts off the soil from his hands. callouses rub against callouses. he hardly feels a thing, anymore ( the body is surprisingly adaptable ; proper chakra control helps, but there’s nothing like toughening up via sheer physical exertion ).
“ o-hoo. lightning, huh? look at you! FULL of surprises! ” a head-tilt, in consideration. the grin doesn’t waver, not once. in fact, if one were to judge on the surface level, it would be easy to assume that Hidan was very much enjoying himself ( an assumption that is both right and wrong, for different reasons; the dilemma of the half-full / half-empty glass. it is, in the end, a matter of perspective. but he doesn’t allow his mind to linger on that for too long. ) “ reminds me of the grand old time I’ve had in Kumogakure as a youth! well. come on then, kid ; try again! ”
