That's cool. We can do whatever we set out to do there in less than five minutes anyway.

(it may sound boastful, but he speaks matter-of-factly. there isn't much in the way of competition there. no one could even land a strike on him, let alone give him an opportunity to use any of his jutsu, all scrappy brawlers and people who tumble in from the bars.

there's a lingering little silence suigetsu gives himself, slapping on an uncomfortable smile, wondering if the conversation's ending. he never had the social competency enough to know exactly when.)

I'm gonna go down to the Atrium till then, there's alien-looking ducks, did you see 'em? Are you coming too?

(the rooms get stuffy, his shower stall is too small to soak in without sliding out in an anxious hurry, but the atrium reminds him of home and its solid ground.)