In Shisui's list of priorities, Itachi's safety took the first spot, followed by his B-1B, then alcohol (or lack of it), and then most certainly stress relief. It was the whole reason he carried condoms around at all, and they were most certainly not in his size.
Shisui knows Itachi's sighing. He knows he's using this opportunity to be mumbling all the things he'd dare not say in his presence had his hearing been intact. By now Shisui is scowling, trying to discern what on earth Itachi's saying about him. But that little press of lips eases the lines of that scowl into a little smile, albeit a sooty one. There's a reassuring squeeze to Itachi's elbow then. He's alright, and yes, he can walk.
"...Did you seriously think I got blown off to conveniently sit behind this rock while my baby went up in flames?" No, Itachi, he ran.
"Anyway-- where are we? Doesn't look like the Triangle to me." There weren't ghost ships for one...
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Shisui knows Itachi's sighing. He knows he's using this opportunity to be mumbling all the things he'd dare not say in his presence had his hearing been intact. By now Shisui is scowling, trying to discern what on earth Itachi's saying about him. But that little press of lips eases the lines of that scowl into a little smile, albeit a sooty one. There's a reassuring squeeze to Itachi's elbow then. He's alright, and yes, he can walk.
"...Did you seriously think I got blown off to conveniently sit behind this rock while my baby went up in flames?" No, Itachi, he ran.
"Anyway-- where are we? Doesn't look like the Triangle to me." There weren't ghost ships for one...