The conversation with Momo left Shikamaru deep in thought, mostly about her problem, though a very, very small part of him was considering his own experiences to make sure they weren't coloring his perception of what she'd told him. So, when he took a place at the bulletin beside Sakura, he was silent, which wasn't out of the ordinary, though the effort of pensiveness without the effort of highly focused thought probably was. It only took a second to push everything involving Momo into the back of his mind once he saw the lingering slight pinkness of her forehead. It was almost gone, but an infantile part of himself couldn't help but be amused as he tried to hide his smirk.
A less infantile part of him, concerned with his own well-being, was most definitely not going to admit to being present for the event.
He hadn't read much of the bulletin yet that morning, which was unusual. He skimmed it quickly, making note of everything he read, some of which was perplexing and warranted further thought. When it came down to it, Shikamaru didn't know much about Kakashi beyond the fact that he was the leader of Team Seven, loyal to them and anyone else from Konoha, intelligent, and generally a good and trustworthy human being. So, the whole thing about the new kid wasn't really of interest to him. It looked like Kakashi insisted on dealing with it by himself, which was perfectly fine with Shikamaru. Less work for the rest of them.
"They're becoming less strict," he said, tapping a smiling sticker, "but I doubt it's laziness. They want us to keep talking. Cuts down on the likelihood that they can read our minds, unless it's a misdirection." Shikamaru wouldn't put it past them; the patients were clearly dealing with an intelligent foe.
Business finished (though Sakura had probably figured out all of that herself, and he was more confirming her probable conclusions than offering new ones), he leaned against the wall beside the bulletin to better look at her, folding his arms and this time allowing the smirk. "So I take it you're feeling better. You were a real pain in the ass that way, you know." He'd only played that game against her, discussed her situation with the others, and worried about their ability to keep her safe, but that had been enough. In his book, worry was one of the more troublesome emotions.
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A less infantile part of him, concerned with his own well-being, was most definitely not going to admit to being present for the event.
He hadn't read much of the bulletin yet that morning, which was unusual. He skimmed it quickly, making note of everything he read, some of which was perplexing and warranted further thought. When it came down to it, Shikamaru didn't know much about Kakashi beyond the fact that he was the leader of Team Seven, loyal to them and anyone else from Konoha, intelligent, and generally a good and trustworthy human being. So, the whole thing about the new kid wasn't really of interest to him. It looked like Kakashi insisted on dealing with it by himself, which was perfectly fine with Shikamaru. Less work for the rest of them.
"They're becoming less strict," he said, tapping a smiling sticker, "but I doubt it's laziness. They want us to keep talking. Cuts down on the likelihood that they can read our minds, unless it's a misdirection." Shikamaru wouldn't put it past them; the patients were clearly dealing with an intelligent foe.
Business finished (though Sakura had probably figured out all of that herself, and he was more confirming her probable conclusions than offering new ones), he leaned against the wall beside the bulletin to better look at her, folding his arms and this time allowing the smirk. "So I take it you're feeling better. You were a real pain in the ass that way, you know." He'd only played that game against her, discussed her situation with the others, and worried about their ability to keep her safe, but that had been enough. In his book, worry was one of the more troublesome emotions.