huffs, sprawled across a wooden bench with one leg dangling off the edge This is stupid, yeah. Sitting around like a bunch of statues waiting for the rain to stop. Pein could at least give us something to blow up.

from across the room, lazily picking at his teeth with a fishbone You could always go for a swim. The weather doesn’t bother me much.

scoffs, rolling his head to glare at the ceiling Not all of us are part fish, yeah. Some of us have standards.

seated near the window, eyes half-lidded He’s here.

frowning, sitting up slightly Who? Pein finally sending us out?

blinks once, twice. His mouth opens, then closes. He sits up a little straighter, expression shifting from annoyance to something unreadable ...Oh.