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[haruno]

Sakura figured she should probably be more annoyed than she was, crossing her arms and staring down the statue of her that was, consequentially, also crossing its arms and staring her down. Life imitating art was usually an expression she'd heard, not something she'd expressly seen. (Given the artists she knew, art wasn't even something held back

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[eradicating_war]

"Haruno Sakura." Hey, he's lived in Japan, he knows the proper way to pronounce her name.

His eyes went from her to the statue, then back to her. He didn't say anything further, but the way he was looking at her, it was almost as if he was waiting for her to explain.

[eradicating_war]

He didn't return the smile, though mostly because that simply was how he was.

"Correct." He started to take a few steps towards the exit to the statuary, but paused. "If you wish to come along...?"

[haruno]

A mental review of what she had on schedule for the duration of the day, or what passed as one collectively, she nodded. "I'd like that," she said at last, smiling again. If it was more out of politeness than pleasure, that too was habit.

Company was nice. Particularly fairly undemanding company.