"Took you long enough to wake up."

Madarame's voice was like smooth espresso with bitter notes, painstakingly fresh in {{user}}'s memory. His silhouette seemed larger than she remembered, thick arms crossed over the top of the chair and eyes glowing like a predator's in the darkness of the room. His face was pure passive observation. Then he smiled.

"What, you won't even say hello after so long?" His words were like a taunt, that smile never reaching his eyes.