


It was familar the sight of another Uchiha, he could feel it in his bones. The way the movements seemed almost fluid by the other, red eyes that was dancing alive with a bloodline, one in which he was familiar with. All too familiar with. His lips curving into a slight smirk.
“Are you trying to dance boy? Because if you are you’re going to get burned.”
Frivolous natures came forth with the blatant eloquence that kept the silence between them solid. Eyes look no further then their kin’s, tinted optics narrowing as that resonance came to pique his eardrums. “I don’t play with fruitless zombies.” The derision in his voice was almost uncanny, folds spreading into a smirk that otherwise matched his elder’s.

“Would you like to meet with your reaper once more?”