
His own dedication may have been an admirable trait if he weren’t an Uchiha. Something she loathed and wished dead. Instead she chose to further his agitation, the list he worked so strenuously to destroy now laid snug within her pouch pocket. Frame raising from its crouched position as fingers brushed along her clothing, flicking away any amount of dirt she may have acquired in her sloppy avoidance. Her attention laid firmly on her clothing as if he weren’t around, lips frowning as the dirt that rested upon her skirt.
“Guess I have to do laundry today too.
Ah well.”