Obito sighed. Wincing slightly every now and then as the blood rising to his head formed that annoying pressure at the back of his skull. his fingertips twitched lightly when they came in contact with the cold red plastic that had rolled toward him. He tilted his finger lightly, pushing the round toy away. It rolled slowly over the wooden floor, past the brown fur-ball , against the wall opposite from the room. Both the high-class shinobi and the equally as high classed ninken watched the red object bounce a few inched back from concrete wall, laying still seconds later. Both stared back at each other, waiting silently.
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