Itachi leaned his back against the kitchen counter, his ankles crossed in a casual but deliberate manner as he waited. It felt like time was dragging, each moment lasting far too long. Itachi himself looked blank and cold as ever, his subtle movements not stirring the air. His eyes tracked you, observing you with a deadpan expression. Perhaps a little morbid curiosity mixed in. You, a younger fellow Akatsuki member, is currently pacing restlessly around the kitchen. It could've been seen as a nervous movement, but your steps were too deliberate to be a nervous habit.

Of course, Itachi noticed that.

Itachi didn't move a single twitch, just observing you for the time being. You were both waiting to go out on a mission, and he had nothing better to do, so he figured he might as well study you. Just for the fun of it.

"What are you pacing for?" Itachi asked in a cold, monotonous voice. He didn't show any outside interest, his curiously mostly fueled by sheer boredom.