( CLOSED. ) DON'T FOLD IF YOU'RE MADE TO BEND—
WHO: kakashi and planned thread partners.
WHAT: tdm events and miscellany.
WHERE: all over neo tokyo.
WHEN: january 1st–30th.
WARNINGS: tbd.
WHAT: tdm events and miscellany.
WHERE: all over neo tokyo.
WHEN: january 1st–30th.
WARNINGS: tbd.

kill me this is so fkin late
the truth of the uchiha massacre is a reopened wound. predictably, kakashi's been blaming himself for half of it—wisely not aloud—and has climbed back into his antisocial shell where he can comfortably berate himself in peace. the questions have been made clichéd at twenty-seven years old: "if only" this, "i could've" that. "why" has been a popular one, too, and only today he woke up and consciously moved onto "man up."
but resolve is a fickle bitch. seeing itachi, allowing his former-peer-turned-adversary-turned-comrade to get into the water without letting slip a single pitying word, he's unable to make good on his promise to himself. kakashi's open eye isn't soft or understanding beholding itachi in this raw state, naked but as invulnerable in this moment as he is. it's calculating. narrowed. solving a tricky problem. everyone says he's good at that, one of the best if not the best in the fire country at detecting nuance with wit and instinct and using it to conjure a solution however unconventional.
kakashi thinks, clearly they never bathed with uchiha itachi at an onsen.
he shifts on the uneven stone beneath his feet, rising some from the water. itachi's nod, simple and unassuming, is registered, torn apart for double meanings, and then awkwardly returned. )
I... didn't realize you were the relaxing type.
nw!! it happens, man.
( it's a neutral statement, proffered only because of the hesitance displayed in kakashi's statement. that it's not outright hostility, or departure means only one thing — he and sasuke have discussed the matter to some extent.
the outcome of such a conversation bothers him little. it is only talk, and he has been the subject of much worse debates in absentia, after death. he merely lifts one shoulder in an absent shrug, sinking down into the yield of hot water until the water laps at the divot of his collarbones.
he does not — relax. to do so represents an impossibility in this man's presence. but nor does he seem especially on guard or unsettled by it. he simply occupies the space with the same force of presence that has carried him through the last decade of his life. )