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[The lake. Kakashi stands on the edge of the water, looking out over a clear, moonlit, still surface of water. He weighs something in the palm of his hand, looks at it, and then chucks it out over the water. The rock skips a few times before plopping under the surface. He lets the surface still, as if waiting for something.
Reaching down again, he picks up another rock, weighs this one, sets it down and chooses yet another. With more force than before, he throws this one. It skips just a few more times. There's something almost pathetically desperate in this ritual, though Kakashi is his usual calm self.]
[Muttering.] Twenty one...not enough.
[As he picks up the next rock, the feed shuts off.]
[A while later, the feed turns on intentionally.]
Maes, it's been a long time coming, but...care for a drink?
Reaching down again, he picks up another rock, weighs this one, sets it down and chooses yet another. With more force than before, he throws this one. It skips just a few more times. There's something almost pathetically desperate in this ritual, though Kakashi is his usual calm self.]
[Muttering.] Twenty one...not enough.
[As he picks up the next rock, the feed shuts off.]
[A while later, the feed turns on intentionally.]
Maes, it's been a long time coming, but...care for a drink?
