"Have you seen the moon tonight? It's so beautiful, isn't it?" Ino gushed, a rather dreamy expression painted over her face.
The silvery disc, half veiled with clouds, certainly looked rather big and lovely tonight. However, her partner couldn't quite manage to see its beauty. He glanced upwards, a little concerned for the florist, considering the fact that the moon was quite a regular occurrence in the sky, so why was she pointing it out? It looked exactly the same to him.
Itachi furrowed a brow, feeling the pressure of Ino's eyes on him.
Ah. She wanted to hear his thoughts on the moon.
"... Yes... it's rather... circular."
People had spent countless nights writing romantic verses about the moon, the way it shone in the night, bathing everything with its tender white-blue hue, and all he could think of was its shape!?
"I think you should apologise to it. I don't think any person alive has ever insulted it like that, Itachi-San," Ino gasped, looking scandalised. "After all it does for you... making you look so ravishing in the moonlight and you..."
Her cheeks puffed out and she folded her arms against her chest. How could he offend the moon!?
If there was a Tsunami in Japan tomorrow, Itachi was responsible.
"... I suppose I should," he agreed with a mild smile, amusement flickering in his eyes as it often did around Ino.
She should have been a lawyer- nobody could buy a better defence case than the one Ino would prepare.
Itachi closed his eyes and dipped his head forwards, a hand on his chest. His wordless apologies were always the most eloquent.
Just as eloquent as the hand that eventually stroked her hair, finally coming to rest on her cheek.
"Although, the moon isn't the only beautiful one tonight."