'Maa, someone looks a little gloomy. '

Shisui looks up just as the shadows around him coalesced in to the shape of a fellow shinobi. Not one he recognized, although that wasn 't so much of a surprise. He wasn 't in ANBU himself so it stood to reason he wouldn 't know which mask belonged to who. The silver hair automatically made him think of Kakashi, of course, but the infamous last of the Hatake line was far from the only person in their village with white or silver hair and Shisui had learned his lesson the hard way a dozen times over not to make assumptions.

With a slight shift of his weight he made room on the bench for another body only to quirk up one side of his mouth in a reluctant smile when the ANBU chose to perch on the small edge of the backrest instead. How contrary. And entirely unnecessary. He very much hoped he was friends with this man outside the mask because that was just the sort of ridiculousness he enjoyed.