[He hopes she understands she isn't the only one. Stupidly, he hopes she never has to be forced into interaction with Gai-sensei, if Lee was exhausting enough. --since that's not his concern, and because he feels a tug of dread in him at the line of what ifs marching through his head at the mere notion of literally anyone other than Rock Lee, Neji shuts down the wondering. He scans the room they're now in, the glorified closet. Looks at the ceiling above them. The corners of the far walls. Frowns.
He couldn't use any of this. He's walking away to dig through some garish costumes that are obscuring (lo and behold) an entirely blank wall. Half-expecting the shout of 'Dynamic Entry' and for the wall to suddenly sport a decent-sized hole in it, he stands still for a moment. Then he places his palm flat against it, shoulders tensing... and sighs, letting his hand drop again before stepping back to face Yuri with a quirked brow.] It's obvious. [It's out before he can help himself, and then Neji allows himself to think he'd said nothing wrong anyway so why worry about timing.
But why bring the case up at all, is what's got him staring at her again.] You have to admit he doesn't make it difficult. [No longer a surprised little outburst. He'd admit the boy was an idiot to anyone willing to listen, too. He'd admit the same of his sensei. Facts were just that. So he waits and just watches.]
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He couldn't use any of this. He's walking away to dig through some garish costumes that are obscuring (lo and behold) an entirely blank wall. Half-expecting the shout of 'Dynamic Entry' and for the wall to suddenly sport a decent-sized hole in it, he stands still for a moment. Then he places his palm flat against it, shoulders tensing... and sighs, letting his hand drop again before stepping back to face Yuri with a quirked brow.] It's obvious. [It's out before he can help himself, and then Neji allows himself to think he'd said nothing wrong anyway so why worry about timing.
But why bring the case up at all, is what's got him staring at her again.] You have to admit he doesn't make it difficult. [No longer a surprised little outburst. He'd admit the boy was an idiot to anyone willing to listen, too. He'd admit the same of his sensei. Facts were just that. So he waits and just watches.]