Free of quarantine (quarantine! and wasn't that a tickle to the ribs, being told something like that? Outrageous!), Izuna remained in his bed, with the radio clutched foreign and bulky in his bandaged hands. Pale fingertips skittered along its surface, touching here and there in an effort to familiarize himself with it.
He couldn't remember the
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"My name is Uchiha. Where are you?"
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His smile darts quick and whimsical. Still, brother or not, it warms his heart to hear that name claimed here as well as it would in his homeland. Where there are Uchiha, there is hope.
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He taps his cheek with two fingers, unseen, and pops his tongue in the corner of one in a quick 'toc!' sound. "I suppose it's safe to say it. You're either truly an Uchiha, or a Senju who's a shoddy liar and who shall try his wits against mine and fall in due time.
"Either way, there's no harm coming from it in the moment!" Smilesmile. He curls his toes and sits up straighter, wincing only slightly. "It's probably best he isn't here. This place is frightful."
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