[What do you mean he now has to be the one to answer the call? Cursing lightly under his breath, Neji hears the small incessant chime and sees the name come up on screen again. Okay, so-- naturally he presses ANSWER in the bold green letters. He only didn't expect the device to suddenly show her face.
Her.
In some robes he wasn't the least bit familiar with but that he knew were solemn things anyway. And in one corner of the screen, it showed... him. In his shinobi blacks, no flak jacket present, strips of bandages covering his forehead if only because he needed today for thinking, not for peering at his reflection at any opportunity. Neji hastily sat up from where he'd been on his stomach in bed. Thought he could pass it off as him having always been sitting proper, upright. The second time his eyes widen, she's addressing him the way some passerby would address any older man of his clan, save for the Head himself. Neji's hardly masking the discomfort there.
Voice. Video. This was video, then? He nods, though. Drained. He understood.
Could understand her wanting to reach out to others over what she'd gone through, though the gods knew he'd love to let his own devil rot in silence. Yuri's tone changes and Neji's furrowing his brows. He doesn't understand the thanks.] It's as you said. [A... pause. And a sigh.] I'll be alright. [He thinks that's that, but adds on in case she should get the wrong idea-] The city is overwhelming. There's nothing like this back home.
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Her.
In some robes he wasn't the least bit familiar with but that he knew were solemn things anyway. And in one corner of the screen, it showed... him. In his shinobi blacks, no flak jacket present, strips of bandages covering his forehead if only because he needed today for thinking, not for peering at his reflection at any opportunity. Neji hastily sat up from where he'd been on his stomach in bed. Thought he could pass it off as him having always been sitting proper, upright. The second time his eyes widen, she's addressing him the way some passerby would address any older man of his clan, save for the Head himself. Neji's hardly masking the discomfort there.
Voice. Video. This was video, then? He nods, though. Drained. He understood.
Could understand her wanting to reach out to others over what she'd gone through, though the gods knew he'd love to let his own devil rot in silence. Yuri's tone changes and Neji's furrowing his brows. He doesn't understand the thanks.] It's as you said. [A... pause. And a sigh.] I'll be alright. [He thinks that's that, but adds on in case she should get the wrong idea-] The city is overwhelming. There's nothing like this back home.