Hawke turned to the man. He was pretty large, actually. In the sense that he was kind of tall. He had an eyepatch, too. Hm. The mage smiled at him,”Well, hello there!” She still couldn’t find a better greeting.
Indeed, Motochika was quite the large man. Bumpkins who had a knack at getting on his nerves loved using that fact to torment him. Upon hearing the greeting, which seemed to be directed at him, he blinked and turned his attention within the greeter’s direction. Ah, a woman, quite an interesting looking one at that. “Yo there.” He replied, giving a casual wave of his hand.
Huh. Sasuke blinked, a little intrigued by the seeming lack of feeling. He knew, as was his job, that there was a rivalry, dangerous definitely, maybe even an enmity, but…
“Here’s hoping, right?” A grin followed his words as he rubbed the back of his head.
He thought of himself as Mouri’s rival, yet their reunion here wasn’t as heartfelt as he had hoped, you could say. It sort of got to Motochika.
“Aye. Here’s to hoping,” he repeated, a smile shaping his lips. He brought a hand up and gave the ninja’s shoulder a hard pat. “Say, why don’t we go track down that tiger of yers? He’s gotta be around here somewhere.”
