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Obito doesn't wear the Hokage robes.
He doesn't wear the robes. He doesn't wear the cape. He doesn't even wear the hat, even if ceremonial circumstances dictate it: he'll only hold it gingerly and then pawn it off to Kakashi. Kakashi turns the hat over in his hands, frowning. "Obito. You can't tell me wearing this hat is any worse than wearing those masks."
Obito doesn't look up from his papers. "I don't like things sitting on top of my head."
Kakashi blinks. The boulders. Right.
Kakashi leans back, looking at him. He's wearing the standard green flak jacket, but beneath that he's dressed the way he used to dress when he pretended to be Madara - black pants and a black shirt that covers his neck up to the chin, and he puts on black gloves if there's a visitor. All he would need is his orange mask.
Kakashi knows without asking why he's wearing gloves and a turtleneck - half of Obito's neck and his entire right hand is made of Hashirama's cells, so the color contrast between his face and the rest of his body is jarring.
"Obito. What did you do with all those masks, anyway?"
He turns a page. "I burned them."
"Ah."
There's only the sound of Obito's pen writing on paper.
"You really should dye your hair," Kakashi says. Obito sets his pen down and frowns at him.