[And he doesn't hear him at all. He doesn't catch sight of him, nor is he even aware that Obito is there, hovering, watching. His eyes are somewhat glazed over in that quiet, deep thought that Noiz is usually drawn to when he's alone--thinking far too much in his head and never saying a word.
His fingers grip the sill of the window, pulling it open after a moment to let the breeze come in and wash over him--not as if he would feel the slight cold bite to the spring wind, nor the feeling of it as it pushes his hair a little out of his eyes.
He can feel the fresh air as he breathes it in, and that's about it. He doesn't care about the dangers of this world or the dangers of strange ninja who see him as a target. He's selfish and singular, his world a very small one where he's learning everything he couldn't when he was left alone in the confines of his own dark little room.
He was about to turn away and go back to work tirelessly for the rest of the night, but that's when the guy he'd growled about... actually appears. As if muttering his name had summoned the guy with just that one mumble of his name.
Noiz gives him a blank, nearly shocked look, that boils over into bitter irritation.
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His fingers grip the sill of the window, pulling it open after a moment to let the breeze come in and wash over him--not as if he would feel the slight cold bite to the spring wind, nor the feeling of it as it pushes his hair a little out of his eyes.
He can feel the fresh air as he breathes it in, and that's about it. He doesn't care about the dangers of this world or the dangers of strange ninja who see him as a target. He's selfish and singular, his world a very small one where he's learning everything he couldn't when he was left alone in the confines of his own dark little room.
He was about to turn away and go back to work tirelessly for the rest of the night, but that's when the guy he'd growled about... actually appears. As if muttering his name had summoned the guy with just that one mumble of his name.
Noiz gives him a blank, nearly shocked look, that boils over into bitter irritation.
And without a word, he attempts to grab him.]