After passing the pieces of silverware to Kakashi, Shikamaru leaned against the counter, arms folded, wearing an expression that most would consider disinterested or aloof. In actuality, his attention was fixed on his three teammates, and as he waited for Kakashi's okay to move on, he carefully noted their expressions and shifts in posture. Sakura had said they'd all come from different points in time, and although he was determined to learn as little as possible about the future, he knew the difference that a matter of months or even weeks could make in a person's perception of themselves and the world. If Naruto was from an earlier time, Shikamaru would have to take that into account when predicting his actions and gauging his priorities, especially knowing what he'd just learned at breakfast. Sakura and Kakashi would be even harder, since he'd have to make predictions based solely on what he saw here. Still, at least for the time being, nothing would change his resolution to keep his own future where it belonged: in a very separate place from the present.
From what he'd seen, Kakashi hadn't changed much from the man Shikamaru last knew, as evidenced by the fact that they were stuck waiting around for some guy that they had no official responsibility for. This part of the jounin's personality could be a hassle, especially in a situation like this, but in line with past experiences, Shikamaru's appreciation for the trait far outweighed any frustration. Sakura seemed her usual bothersome self, though he was far less grateful for that. Naruto seemed slightly unsettled, but that might be due to the kitchen itself...he'd seemed more comfortable in the hall.
A hell of a lot of concentration to lead to no conclusion. This was becoming a pattern. Shikamaru unfolded his arms to drag one hand down his face, then let out a quiet sigh that was closer to tired frustration than impatience. The sooner they moved on, the sooner he could think productively, and the sooner he could think productively, the sooner he wouldn't have to think at all.
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From what he'd seen, Kakashi hadn't changed much from the man Shikamaru last knew, as evidenced by the fact that they were stuck waiting around for some guy that they had no official responsibility for. This part of the jounin's personality could be a hassle, especially in a situation like this, but in line with past experiences, Shikamaru's appreciation for the trait far outweighed any frustration. Sakura seemed her usual bothersome self, though he was far less grateful for that. Naruto seemed slightly unsettled, but that might be due to the kitchen itself...he'd seemed more comfortable in the hall.
A hell of a lot of concentration to lead to no conclusion. This was becoming a pattern. Shikamaru unfolded his arms to drag one hand down his face, then let out a quiet sigh that was closer to tired frustration than impatience. The sooner they moved on, the sooner he could think productively, and the sooner he could think productively, the sooner he wouldn't have to think at all.