[ He already had his eyes closed; a convincing facsimile of sleep, if it weren't for how unchanged his voice sounds. He was awake and would stay awake, for the time being. ]
（ this is infuriating. he's infuriated. what is going on with you, little yellow guy. itachi is officially fuckin' flummoxed and for a moment a muscle tightens in the clone's jaw, barely perceptible.
if the real itachi happens to swap himself out for the clone, why, it's seamless. turns out he's old hat at this sleight-of-self nonsense. ）
It is a technique called kawarimi. Body replacement.
[ The fury is noted and comfortably ignored. Jake just rolls onto his side, letting the fire warm his belly for a bit as they continued their conversation. He misses the swap completely.
Then again, Itachi seems to miss the metaphor. Not that Jake minds the explanation. ]
You mean that log thing? It was pretty nifty, I'm not gonna lie. I can do that too, but it looks a little different.
[ And, just like that, the half-sleeping dog is suddenly not a dog at all. Instead, he's a still-very-yellow, still-quite-hairy facsimile of a log. The detail was quite exquisite, grooves from the bark and rings at the cut base, even a few little branching twigs snapped off along the sides.
What is distinctly un-log-like is the small little dog face floating in the center of it, grinning up at him. ]
[ Jake yawns again, stretching out with a crack of his back. If the hard rule bothers him, it doesn't seem to show. The man asked directly enough and answered directly enough; Jake wasn't the one to get his jollies disrespecting a man's name. ]
itachi studies the creature, reminded once again uncomfortably of kakashi's ninken. pakkun used to bother him in a similar fashion, but was as quick to back off. perhaps that is why he simply sighs, and stirs the fire with the stick he'd set aside earlier for just such a purpose. ）
You may remain if you wish, but put the fire out when you are done if so. I intend to return to the village.
[ Jake perks one ear up at that sentiment, not yet rising from his comfortable spot by the man's feet. ]
Oh yeah, sure thing. Unless you want some company?
[ That Jake was almost sure the man's answer would be no doesn't seem to preclude him from asking in the slightest, nor does it make him sound any less genuine in his offer. ]
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[ He already had his eyes closed; a convincing facsimile of sleep, if it weren't for how unchanged his voice sounds. He was awake and would stay awake, for the time being. ]
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（ this is infuriating. he's infuriated. what is going on with you, little yellow guy. itachi is officially fuckin' flummoxed and for a moment a muscle tightens in the clone's jaw, barely perceptible.
if the real itachi happens to swap himself out for the clone, why, it's seamless. turns out he's old hat at this sleight-of-self nonsense. ）
It is a technique called kawarimi. Body replacement.
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Then again, Itachi seems to miss the metaphor. Not that Jake minds the explanation. ]
You mean that log thing? It was pretty nifty, I'm not gonna lie. I can do that too, but it looks a little different.
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What is distinctly un-log-like is the small little dog face floating in the center of it, grinning up at him. ]
Check it, homie.
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but no less alarming, ultimately, than any of the akatsuki's abilities. it does not serve to stir him to reaction.
well. not a reaction, strictly speaking, to the dog-log. the........... dlog. if you will.
instead, waspishly, ）
Do you think your being a dog excuses you from using my name?
（ not homie, not bud, not pal, not DUDE.
did the asteroid already hit.
is this the gentle, insistent, annoying purgatory of naraka? ）
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Jake rolls his log-eyes before snapping back to his original (dlog-L) shape, cupping his face in his paws with a broad grin. ]
I dunno, does it? I haven't spent much time around humans, I don't know all the rules.
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（ so.
you know. ）
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Itachi it is, then.
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itachi studies the creature, reminded once again uncomfortably of kakashi's ninken. pakkun used to bother him in a similar fashion, but was as quick to back off. perhaps that is why he simply sighs, and stirs the fire with the stick he'd set aside earlier for just such a purpose. ）
You may remain if you wish, but put the fire out when you are done if so. I intend to return to the village.
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Oh yeah, sure thing. Unless you want some company?
[ That Jake was almost sure the man's answer would be no doesn't seem to preclude him from asking in the slightest, nor does it make him sound any less genuine in his offer. ]
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(DOGROGATORY) ）
No.
（ and with that, he stands. packs up his things, and promptly leaves.
why does it feel like someone just walked over his grave. ）