[center][colour=ec008c][h1][i][b]Kasumi Haruno[/b][/i][/h1][/colour][/center]
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[color=ec008c]"Ramen first, then,"[/color] Kasumi confirmed, her chin inclining slightly in assent to Ren's choice. Shortly thereafter, her lips made a slight downturn, and she scoffed, flapping one hand dismissively. [color=ec008c]"Obviously, I'll pay for myself... at least for the ramen."[/color] It was within her splurge budget. [color=ec008c]"I was the first to suggest it anyway."[/color] And therefore bore some level of personal culpability for the cost of this venture. Though, paying for herself was about as far as her generosity went. Mu [i]was[/i] the one to suggest this outing in the first place, after all; she wasn't about to start giving people ideas about her paying for her "host" in these sorts of matters. That was just liable to set an annoying precedent. Still...

The pinkette's expression of mild displeasure developed into a full frown, as Mu's chakra song continued to grow more and more discordant and negative, directly in contrast to her expectations and the slightly improving song of Ren. Kasumi's brows pinched in confusion, as her gaze turned away from Ren towards the gradually hunching form of Mu. She almost missed it through the rain, but-

[color=ec008c][i]Is he [b]actually[/b] seriously crying? Oh come [b]on[/b], man, we're in public! Why?![/i][/color]

[color=ec008c]"The fuck is eating you?"[/color] Kasumi asked Mu bluntly, before clicking her tongue. [color=ec008c]"Come to think of it, you haven't said a word since we left the Academy; silent as the grave, you are. [i]Oi[/i], this 'grabbing a bite' thing was your idea, after all, so show a little more initiative."[/color] Her eyes narrowed, as she stepped closer into the brunette's personal space, making no illusions that she could likely see the woodcutter's tears. [color=ec008c]"[i]Yare yare[/i], the hell are you [i]crying[/i] for? Pull yourself together, and let's fucking [i]eat already[/i]. You're not you when you're hungry."[/color] Leaning yet closer, her frown deepened. [color=ec008c]"Since you haven't been talking, I'd guess that means you've been doing a lot of [i]thinking[/i] instead, and since [i]that[/i] clearly isn't doing you any good, maybe you should sto-"[/color]

A sharp brief distortion in the local chakra suddenly flickered overhead, quickly followed up by several similar distortions, and Kasumi stiffened, her gaze snapping to the sky. The pinkette straightened up, eyes narrowed upwards at a phenomenon only she seemed to have detected, judging by the way the citizenry were still going about their business undisturbed. Hell, even the few shinobi she could see wandering the streets didn't seem to take notice. Kasumi's gut curdled, her earlier premonition of unease rising back to the forefront. Curiosity mingled with caution.

Was this an attack on Konoha? A careless instance of training? Kasumi's brow scrunched in consideration, her lips pursing. The smart thing to do would be to stay hands off and leave things to more experienced ninja, to pretend like she hadn't noticed anything and stay far away from ground zero of... [i]whatever[/i] this was. That would be the easiest and safest thing to do, right? But then again... judging by the reactions of the shinobi on the street, the 'more experienced' ninja were largely entirely ignorant. What if the pinkette was the only one that had noticed? Or rather, she and what few other sensors Konoha might have. Should she tell someone? But if she did, wouldn't she need to explain what had tipped her off? Kasumi quickly lapsed into a silence of her own, paralyzed by indecision.