[Having noticed almost immediately the lack of animal life in this place, Sasuke's keen eyes pick up the slight, darting movement of that dark shape through the station interior. He can even hear its feet, a gentle tap-tap pattern over the concrete — quick, rapid, and evidently eager to escape attention. The curl of the tail, the triangle ears...
A cat. Of course.
Someone with his level of skill is able to track the feline with ease through the concourse, briefly stung with nostalgia that doesn't fade even as he ruthlessly ignores it. Around a corner, near the station exit, and his stalking is caught; the cat whips something from its tail and meows up at him. To him, the behavior feels sneaky, but he can't explain anything deeper than that. An intelligent animal isn't anything out of the ordinary to a shinobi.]
That was yours, wasn't it? [Sasuke nods toward the closed storefront, voice calm. He keeps a cautious distance, more so not to spook the cat, and kneels down. His left sleeve hangs noticeably loose and empty.] You shouldn't be so careless with your belongings.
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A cat. Of course.
Someone with his level of skill is able to track the feline with ease through the concourse, briefly stung with nostalgia that doesn't fade even as he ruthlessly ignores it. Around a corner, near the station exit, and his stalking is caught; the cat whips something from its tail and meows up at him. To him, the behavior feels sneaky, but he can't explain anything deeper than that. An intelligent animal isn't anything out of the ordinary to a shinobi.]
That was yours, wasn't it? [Sasuke nods toward the closed storefront, voice calm. He keeps a cautious distance, more so not to spook the cat, and kneels down. His left sleeve hangs noticeably loose and empty.] You shouldn't be so careless with your belongings.