There was just something about the way the kid said his name that bothered him in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. He'd tasted words before-knew what that was-and recognized it in the shape of kids mouth when he spoke.
How strange.
And here he was stuck in his chair with a potential lunatic in his office. It would do him no good if something strange happened. So he stood and placed his hands in his pockets to try to convey some semblance of non-threat.
"You're a photography student." It was a question but Uchiha Itachi had long since developed a distaste for the inflection that denoted questions when he was a little grumpy.
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