[Frustrated, Sasuke realizes Senri is half a step away from throwing a fit about being a terrible date. Both eyes close a moment, and when they open, the right one is returned to being thankfully normal and black.
He hates the face Senri is making.
Slowly, his hand rises and he reaches out. It's almost as if he's going to brush his fingers through Senri's hair or maybe run the knuckles over Senri's cheek. But two fingers extend finally.
And he taps both of them against the middle of Senri's forehead.] Another time. [He doesn't want to be criticized, so this time he offers out his elbow for Senri to inevitably take.]
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He hates the face Senri is making.
Slowly, his hand rises and he reaches out. It's almost as if he's going to brush his fingers through Senri's hair or maybe run the knuckles over Senri's cheek. But two fingers extend finally.
And he taps both of them against the middle of Senri's forehead.] Another time. [He doesn't want to be criticized, so this time he offers out his elbow for Senri to inevitably take.]
What next?