[thank goodness, it would've been a little embarrassing if so, but nothing he couldn't handle. toward the nod, he politely inclines his head, straightening right back up afterward and doing his best to not focus on those bruises that immediately catch his attention. as if he could say anything when he's currently sporting his own, all of which are luckily hidden beneath his clothes.

the nickname makes him laugh, one hand raising to cover it, though he nods his head in affirmation and lowers it again to reply.] Yes, that's me. My name is Sizhui. [he, too, could've remembered his manners and actually introduced himself before they'd parted ways on the watches, it's fine that they're remedying it now.] Nice to meet you face-to-face, Sasuke. Do you have an idea of what you want to get?