Sasuke goes quiet; his breathing grows low, too, his chest not rising or falling against Senri as deep as it had been. Out of the corner of Senri’s eyes, Sasuke’s face is serious, focused. His hold isn’t rough, there’s no strain in his grip, only a strength which comes with precise control and years of training. Poor Senri—he smells good, he looks good, he’s talent. If only he wasn’t such a disaster.
The ring on his finger is swimming blue-green.
The targets take off across the backdrop. He’s patient, squeezing Senri’s trigger finger to fire the air propelled beads. One. Two. Three. He shifts the gunback, misses, growls very softly in his throat in frustration. Gets the one he missed, gets the next three. Too fast. They have to wait for the last four. He gets those, too.
When they’re finished, he releases Senri and the gun and straightens up.]
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Sasuke goes quiet; his breathing grows low, too, his chest not rising or falling against Senri as deep as it had been. Out of the corner of Senri’s eyes, Sasuke’s face is serious, focused. His hold isn’t rough, there’s no strain in his grip, only a strength which comes with precise control and years of training. Poor Senri—he smells good, he looks good, he’s talent. If only he wasn’t such a disaster.
The ring on his finger is swimming blue-green.
The targets take off across the backdrop. He’s patient, squeezing Senri’s trigger finger to fire the air propelled beads. One. Two. Three. He shifts the gunback, misses, growls very softly in his throat in frustration. Gets the one he missed, gets the next three. Too fast. They have to wait for the last four. He gets those, too.
When they’re finished, he releases Senri and the gun and straightens up.]