[ ... Damn. ] It's for both of you. Are you going to try to tell me that your brother's well-being doesn't affect you? [ Having a brother himself makes that impossible for him to believe. He's very aware of just how close a person can become to their sibling; he's always looking out for Itachi.
Addressing Suigetsu's first few questions is something Sasuke chooses not to do for his own personal reasons. Of course they're close, they've been close for a while, but recently... Itachi's been asking him a lot of questions about his relationship with Suigetsu. As if he needs the ideas in his head. ] We'll end up wasting just as much time waiting for this bus as we would by choosing to walk. [ Another noise of displeasure is carefully suppressed as Sasuke removes his cellphone, checking messages to pass the time.
Ten voicemails since yesterday, four from a certain pushy blond alone. His expression darkens momentarily. That stubborn waste of space... Two more from the headmaster of their school, a gaunt man with long oily black hair; he and Suigetsu had both had unpleasant run-ins with the man but lately he'd been pushier about trying to get Sasuke to join some school team or another. What a hassle. Three more are deleted immediately: all are from female classmates of theirs, Karin included. As if her being Naruto's cousin wasn't enough reason to avoid her... che.
The last message -- and the only one that he determines is worthy of listening to immediately -- is from Itachi. Sasuke raises the phone to his ear and blocks out any commentary that Suigetsu might choose to make at that particular moment. Several seconds pass before he lowers the phone again, already beginning to type out a text in response to it. ] My mother is sick with something. We're ordering for dinner and Itachi wants to know what I'm interested in. [ The explanation is uncharacteristically provided before his companion can begin to pry. Somehow he can just sense the question before it comes.
What he wants is marinated tofu, and yet a latex allergy gets in the way of that craving. It's no wonder it's easy for him to watch his diet when the consequences of not doing so might include a trip to the hospital or an emergency epinephrine shot. He'd had to have Suigetsu help give him one half a year ago after an encounter with a rogue chestnut -- mixed nuts be damned -- had left him nearly unable to breathe.
Embarrassing. He still has to keep the syringes on hand. ]
I have no idea what happened; please forgive me
Addressing Suigetsu's first few questions is something Sasuke chooses not to do for his own personal reasons. Of course they're close, they've been close for a while, but recently... Itachi's been asking him a lot of questions about his relationship with Suigetsu. As if he needs the ideas in his head. ] We'll end up wasting just as much time waiting for this bus as we would by choosing to walk. [ Another noise of displeasure is carefully suppressed as Sasuke removes his cellphone, checking messages to pass the time.
Ten voicemails since yesterday, four from a certain pushy blond alone. His expression darkens momentarily. That stubborn waste of space... Two more from the headmaster of their school, a gaunt man with long oily black hair; he and Suigetsu had both had unpleasant run-ins with the man but lately he'd been pushier about trying to get Sasuke to join some school team or another. What a hassle. Three more are deleted immediately: all are from female classmates of theirs, Karin included. As if her being Naruto's cousin wasn't enough reason to avoid her... che.
The last message -- and the only one that he determines is worthy of listening to immediately -- is from Itachi. Sasuke raises the phone to his ear and blocks out any commentary that Suigetsu might choose to make at that particular moment. Several seconds pass before he lowers the phone again, already beginning to type out a text in response to it. ] My mother is sick with something. We're ordering for dinner and Itachi wants to know what I'm interested in. [ The explanation is uncharacteristically provided before his companion can begin to pry. Somehow he can just sense the question before it comes.
What he wants is marinated tofu, and yet a latex allergy gets in the way of that craving. It's no wonder it's easy for him to watch his diet when the consequences of not doing so might include a trip to the hospital or an emergency epinephrine shot. He'd had to have Suigetsu help give him one half a year ago after an encounter with a rogue chestnut -- mixed nuts be damned -- had left him nearly unable to breathe.
Embarrassing. He still has to keep the syringes on hand. ]