[ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

[usogi]

i hate that jan made us a shitpost so i already have one to use

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[moralmyopia]

[bite him, do it, coward]

Hmph. [He takes the chopsticks and his own bowl, turning his back a little to Senri so he can lean on the counter again and hopefully eat the stir fry in peace.

And thank the gods it isn't burnt or nasty. GG EZ. (please don't make him cook ever again)]

[usogi]

[they're not going to eat the stir fry in peace. but senri will eat and... honestly be decently happy with it...]

....

"We", huh?

[We need to find out if the gods can lie.

We'll have a harder time.

he'll

let that question hang in the air like a bitch]

[moralmyopia]

[God DAMMIT.

Sasuke cuts a sharp look at Senri out of the corner of his eye, a piece of flat bean captured between his teeth. He snorts softly and eats, not offering Senri any kind of response for a long moment.]

I meant we collectively, idiot. All of us playing the game.

[so there]

[usogi]

[that still manages to get him to smile]

That's not a bad answer either, you know? If you're thinking about everyone who's playing altogether.

That does make it a little bit easier to trust you.

[moralmyopia]

[LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE NITO]

Maybe it was my ploy to get you to trust me. So I could kill you easier when the time is right.

[usogi]

Then you wouldn't just announce it like that, stupid....

[sasuke,]

Are you okay? Did you get cursed too?

[moralmyopia]

[Ray said, "You would probably be more subtle or less subtle than that," and it was too real.]

What do you mean?

[how fast can they ruin another meal]

[usogi]

You're being even less convincing that you're the embodiment of gloom and doom than usual.

[linkin park intensifies]

[moralmyopia]

[A strange expression crosses his face--almost like he had been thinking about something else and when Senri clarified, he was... relieved maybe?

He turns his head away and eats in silence for another too long amount of time.]

I'm tired.

[It's only been two weeks, but it sounds painfully honest.]

[usogi]

[ . . . . hm.

senri reaches out to pat sasuke on the shoulder, aiming for reassuring]

.... it's been a long two weeks. How have you been sleeping anyway?

[moralmyopia]

[What a dumbass. He watched his brother get accused of murder, verified of murder without defending himself, and get zapped into ash in front of his eyes.

This isn't even the tip of the iceberg of trauma he's been through.]

Why do you care?

[He doesn't pull away exactly, but he does hike his shoulder up like a cat uncomfortable with affection.]

[usogi]

[senri will

slide over on the counter so he's sitting on the counter next to where sasuke's leaning against it. and he'll bump against sasuke once - not really affectionately, but definitely familiarly]

You said you're tired, moron, it's the next obvious question.

Do you want me to make tea after this? Chamomile's supposed to help for sleep.

[moralmyopia]

[His dark eyes drop to one of Senri’s knees, but he doesn’t lift his eyes any more than that before he turns his head away again. The breech of personal space is familiar and suffocating all at once. How many times had he jumped on his shoulders, annoying, laughing like there’s no care, like there’s no weight of anything there.]

No. [He doesn’t finish the stir fry completely, but he at least ate enough. He puts it down and pulls away.] I’m tired of everyone else. [How mean does he have to be, he wonders, to keep people away.

So he can do what he needs to do.]

I’m leaving this time.

[usogi]

[ . . . senri is quiet for a long moment as he watches sasuke start to walk off.]

You shouldn't waste food.

[he's pretty sure he told sasuke that before? but.... well. he looks over at the small collection of mochi for him to eat, and the stir fry that's still in his bowl, and decides to let this one go.]

.... okay.

Thanks for the food.

[no thanks for leaving him alone but - well, he stayed for long enough that senri can't be mad.]