Well, every god he didn't believe in forbid they didn't play it politely. His head rested on the door a little. Hmmmmm. Well.
"No." Glanced idly, just so. Just. So. "Not really."
And he stepped forward, hands fishing through his pockets - USB drive, memory cards, keys... - because he could, and he would, and he had to. (Maybe.) He'd miss his door.
"Uchiha." Halfway between an order and an introduction. "My apology."
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