"God-fucking-dammit!" The Uchiha bellowed in uncharacteristic rage. "Does everyone I meet know who I am? By all that's holy – if it's not some stupid Iwa border guard, it's Yuki oi-nin or even the fucking Akatsuki! Now it's some ex-nin-turned-civilian!"
"Actually, most of the town knows," the redhead corrected, a little shocked by his outburst.
"Wha…? And I supposed I have you to thank for that, too?"
Successfully regaining her composure, the woman scoffed and leaned up against a wall, arms akimbo as Itachi unrolled a single blank scroll, dipped a brush into ink, and began to draw on the paper with quick, decisive motions.
"Hardly! You obviously haven't heard of the fucking concept of 'subtlety'," the former member of the Sound Four lectured dryly. "You move way too quietly for a civvie, dumbass; I spotted it right off the fucking bat when I first saw you, and even civilians are gonna notice it after a while. And how many normal people move to a new city and completely refuse to make friends? Every day you go to work and then hole yourself up in here, unless you need food or something." She threw up her hands in mock-disgust. "Fuck; most ninja aren't even that goddamned anti-social! You're so utilitarian that even the dumber ones suspect it. So don't blame me for the fact that you got hit in the head by the +30 Club of Stupid."