[table][row][cell][color=green]Natsuo Aburame[/color][/cell][cell][color=green]"Everyone talks big till there’s a bug in their mouth. Then they can’t talk at all, cause of the bug in their mouth!"[/color][/cell][/row][row][cell][sup][color=#2E2C2C]_______________________________________________[/color][/sup]
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What was going on with the adults seemed very strange. Now they’d gone off to talk amongst themselves, but the tension they left remained in the air like static electricity, a sort of prickly silence hanging over the kids. If Natsuo had to place the feeling, he’d say it was like the family meal after a funeral. The adults would parse out serious discussions while the children were placed at the kids table, out of earshot, made an unknown. Unknowns were fascinating.

In this case, the adults had left them with children who may or may not want to kill them. Which was as interesting a question as any other, he supposed. Was this a setup? A trap? If the kumo nin planned to put a knife in their backs, it was better to find that out sooner rather than later, wasn’t it? And wouldn’t one like to know the name of their killer, if they could? 

It was all very interesting, and a far cry from Bohi-sensei’s homeroom get-to-know-you exercises.  He felt less like he was being introduced to potential new friends and more like a human litmus test, with Ichika-sensei standing by in case the whole thing exploded. He looked over the Kumo kids and wracked his mind for an appropriate greeting to give someone who might like to kill you.  After casting a cursory glance over at his teammates to see if they would follow him, he approached the Kumo nin around the large rock they were using as table.

[color=green][b]“Hello. I’m Natsuo Aburame. I see you have six arms.” [/b][/color]



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