Food on a stick would never cease to amuse him. There seemed to be no limit to the amount of meat, dough, or vegetable that the human mind could not conceive to shove a bamboo skewer through and call by some adorable little name. It was one of the most adorable parts of the human psyche, as far as he could tell. Well, that and the nearly omnipresent fear of the great unknown which is death. Silly, adorable creatures.
Calmly munching on the second to last bite of his Goma dango, Zetsu's left eye found itself wandering back toward the archery range. As the cheering had indicated, the event seemed to have come to a close. Of course the girl from his school had triumphed. He checked away the information, sending it zapping through the giant filing cabinet which was his mind. Really, when it wasn't a dark and disturbing place, the catalog of photographic memories was absolutely phenomenal to appreciate. Looking a little closer at what it was his mind documented, at the immensely immaculate detail and intense personal level of information slipping its tendrils into the lives of those he shouldn't know very well, it got back into being a dark and disturbing place, but the shining level of organization was a marketable skill.
His right eye managed to catch sight of the girl again, wending her way through the crowd toward the small cluster of food vendors, a dango in their own right if the world were a giant go board. Slipping around to come up behind her wasn't difficult at all; it was the sort of thing he did all the time, sneaking through crowds toward unsuspecting prey. Zetsu didn't bother with a tap on the shoulder or a precursory noise of recognition. Instead, he simply materialized at the young female archer's side, finishing the last little nibble of his dango off of the skewer.
"Congratulations."
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