(I'll be cheeky here. And have the audacity) "Sadao..?" @kagami--uchiha asked quietly, entering the room they both stayed in while out on a fetching mission, that Tobirama had sent them on. Carefully he handled two big platters of food, setting one down on the free spot on the table, right Infront of the Senju. He himself sat down by the window, his gaze remained quietly on his food for a while. The Uchiha had pursed his lips for a moment, his chopsticks pushing the soggy vegetables from one side to he other. ".. What if-.. no rather.. do you think the possibility of a.. planned ambush is a possibility?" Kagami knew something. But he wasn't sure how openly he could talk.
Seated aloft his spot at the table's edge, Sadao sat bemused at the food offered to him. Anti-septic clung to his fingers and the accent of cadavers fouled his tongue, diminishing the promise of a fulfilling meal to balm his low mood. But, he was never an ungrateful man, so he ate dispassionately all the dishes catered to him.
" From where? By who? " The Senju's glacial stare remains pinned to his rice, already calculating in the same irritating way his predecessor oft did. There lived no blood ties between them, yet the visage is a striking congruence.