[ Kisame is quite practiced in stillness. He wouldn't have survived long as a shinobi if he couldn't master that skill. That said, he's not fond of sitting idly for days on end, nor does he appreciate this imprisonment. (Because it is imprisonment, even if it is "necessary.") He's keeping himself occupied by testing his new power — something he discovered by chance but is grasping quickly enough.
One moment, the nearby area seems to be empty, or perhaps there's just nothing notable about it. The next, that space is filled by a six-foot-five man with blue skin and distinctly shark-like features. His smile is broad and filled with sharp teeth. When he speaks, his voice is cheerful and polite. ]
safehouse
One moment, the nearby area seems to be empty, or perhaps there's just nothing notable about it. The next, that space is filled by a six-foot-five man with blue skin and distinctly shark-like features. His smile is broad and filled with sharp teeth. When he speaks, his voice is cheerful and polite. ]
Goodness, that will please quite a few people.
[ "That" being the extra liquor. ]