Inquiry { @howlingthunder } —
The good thing about having an advanced sense of smell was that it was very hard to slip him a poison. As a Hokage, it was very useful. Over the years, he had even learned to identify them by smell. This, in his tea, was a relatively mild paralysing agent that wouldn't kill him, just render him immobile for a while. After a moment of consideration, he took a sip. If the person who was planning this thought they had been successful, they'd show themselves. And he was safe. Obito was hanging out, hidden somewhere at the office. He took a few more sips before the numbness started to spread to his fingers. He put the cup down... And skumped over the desk.
Obito had thought often the many ways he would like to kill Kakashi, and he finds that he could conjure a million more. At first, it was a childish play-thought; a written list of all the ways to slay a friend-enemy on the playground. Then later, a harsh elevation to that of pure, naked hate of a scorned soldier.
Now? Stupid bullshit.
The hokage's head thumps dully against the mahogany table and his Uchiha shadow had let it happen, thinking him insipid for such a thing. Obito knew Kakashi had sensed the poison and felt personally slighted at the mere idea this could be some dumb joke ( or a bad one given how his Hatake didn't seem to have much of a penchant for living ).
As punishment, he waits moments before he actually makes the motions to move near him, hand grasping over the width of his neck and hauling him upright from where he sat.
" There's only enough room for one of us to be funny, " his fingers pinch into the skin," wake up. "