[ He figures his face is something else Kushina might want to get used to, so after a moment of hesitation, he lifts a finger up and tugs down his mask, under the pretense of picking up his cup of tea for a sip. He tries not to look at her in the process, unsure of what kind of expression might just flit across her face.

After all, his face is certainly not the face of the fourteen year old boy Kushina remembers. Fey features have grown undeniably masculine and strong, silver facial hair shadowing the lower half of his face. A scar Kushina has never seen before cuts across the left corner of his mouth, curving upwards towards the one that bisects his left eye. ]