usogi | [ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

What do you have?

[His voice is way too soft to be for Senri. Sure enough, he's peering up at the crow on top of one of the racks. It has a shiny cufflink in its beak.] Stop that... [But he doesn't make any effort to try to get it away.]

And you still don't think Sincerity isn't telling you the entire truth about the world they want to create? You're just going to believe them?

[Yeah, that one is definitely for Senri.]

Just because Ruin is on an opposing side doesn't mean she's not telling the truth. Do you want a world where no one cares about someone unless they look a certain way?

[Scrutinizing, he turns a hard gaze at Senri. Choose your words wisely, Nito. Sasuke is a Uchiha.]

[this crow is also growing a passion for fashion clearly. let kara-chan do his thing.

that said Senri is going to keep digging through things - ]

Of course not - but I think you're mistaking Sincerity for Indulgence. To be tossed aside just because you don't match some stupid expectation set by people who were born with silver spoons in their mouth... I'm a commoner. How could I want that?

Sincerity is about individual strengths, about everyone deserving the spotlight if given the chance. There's a thoughtfulness for other people, and bringing others up.

[ . . . . ]

Besides, I've been thinking since I talked to Piety about a different way to look at things.

[Senri, stop stanning the shit out of Sincerity. Geez. Sasuke makes a face, but turns his attention back to the rack and the crow, idle, not really looking at anything in particular so much as he's looking through everything at his thoughts.

What was he doing? This isn't any different than Konoha. Than waiting for Naruto in the Valley and getting ready to declare he's willing to start a revolution for the sake of a new, better world.

He can already hear what Naruto is going to say. He can see what Itachi had done--all for the village who stained him. All of them, the villages, fighting one another.]

Why don't they...

[His voice is barely a whisper, and he doesn't finish, his eyes narrowing at the distance.]

Hey, pay attention to me when I'm talking to you.

[shut up senri.

. . . but also he thinks he can see sasuke getting a little too far into his head?? he frowns briefly before going over to him, carrying the clothes as he goes.]

.... I know you're going to say that it's not our responsibility to look after gods, and it's not fair that we have a bunch of things to do to help them get their - lives together. [he tries not to curse,,] ... but Piety thinks that if all the gods learn balance, and to get along with each other, that might lead to the best world of all. One where they each get to do well in their respective domains. Shishimaru thinks that we should be looking for a leader that can actually guide them to that - and I'm trying to help repair some of their internal relationships where I can...

[ . . . ]

It's something to think about, before you jump to killing one. So just... hold off on that, for a little while, please.

[and then he tilts his head]

I'm banning big strategy talk when we're on our date, by the way. I want to eat cotton candy and watch you win me prizes, not think about this.

[senri,,]

[When Senri comes over, he isn't in his head anymore so much as still clinging to his thought process. Irritably:] No. [But he lets Senri finished.

He turns halfway around to face Senri, and even if he's looking broody, he really is frustratingly handsome when he's not being a vengeful piece of stubborn shit. It's annoying when a voice as rich and deep as his is this soft.

Why don't they... just make a world together?

[He had been on the right track, listen, dammit. It doesn't mean he believes it'll work. Hell, he one hundred percent thinks it'll fail honestly, but... Other people are right: this isn't going to be their world.]

But it... wouldn't work. I've seen a world like that. I live in it. No one is willing to work together.

[ . . . senri tilts his head.]

..... it can work. We have three weeks to make it work, if you want to help me. It sounds like they couldn't get along before, so that's why they had to hold this contest. But now that there's other people involved... Piety felt like they were growing, and they were starting to see a way to work together.

I've tried to read out to Ambition and.... I think that's working too. She's listening to me, slowly. If I can get her to try to listen to other gods the same way....

[ . . . ]

I might try to talk to Ruin next week, or Cunning.

But we can't let them vote for Fortune this week - because if a god without followers is convicted at trial, then that god is the one removed from play. I don't... think that'll help with the balanced world we're thinking of.

It isn't going to work, Senri.

[But he sighs, giving up just for now. He is tired of the familiar Naruto optimism trying to bash him back down. His eyes drop to the clothes Senri has in hand, making sure none of them are too wild for his tastes.]

Fine. [He spent... so much time... Trying to get a god out of the line-up. Dammit to hell. Everything is worthless.] And if their own rules say they can't forfeit the game?

Then what?

[cheetah print and hot pink rhinestones

no it's mostly black still, but with some pops of color in red and white. it's a good outfit because senri has an eye for this kind of thing, and it's also still more form fitting than what sasuke usually wears because if senri has to go on a date with the most dramatic person in the temple he's still gonna get something out of it thanks]

I'm working on it.

.... don't use this to give me a heart attack, but Ambition's specialty - like Indulgence's - is getting around the rules. I think she likes me enough that if I can convince her it's a good idea, she might be able to help me figure something out.

The more we know about the gods and their specialties... I think if we can work together, and convince them to work together, we can come up with something.

[but also like senri isn't very smart and he's outsourcing so much of the thinking he's just like. the optimistic idea generator.]

I think you're biting off more than you can chew.

[BOLD WORDS COMING FROM SASUKE.

Reaching out, the takes the handful of clothes away from Senri and retreats not unlike he had done before when forced to dress up for Indulgence.

The luckiest thing about going on a stupid carnival date is he doesn't have to wear an actual formal outfit. He just has to look nice. Everything is fitted well without being restricting and awful. Hysterically clutched in a pair of black skinny jeans and a heather-grey shirt which ends right at his waist. The belt is predictably edgy in design, but doesn't stand out like it's garish.

He finds something he likes on the other side, too: a black denim jacket with red stitched lapels, the arms and the hood made of soft, dark grey cotton material; and shoes which are blazing red and high-top, laces black. He jerks the hood up over his head and steps out from behind the rack.

Senri really is biting off more than he can chew.]

[why the FUCK is he hot.

senri went to change also - but like. fitted jeans and layers are the norm for him? the only thing he cares to be mindful of in his outfit is a black jeans so that he's not a super preppy mess next to sasuke? prep and goth solidarity is a thing but also he wants to not be obvious about their utter opposites on this date, thanks.

when he also wanders back out and faces sasuke he pauses.

monday sure is a good day for reminding senri that he's just. so gay.]

... what are the odds I can convince you to dress like that more often?

[jUST TO IMPROVE EVERYONE'S MOODS, but also senri likes playing with fire so he'll approach and reach up just to brush aside some of sasuke's bangs]

Would you let me fix your hair too?

If you stay aligned to Justice, I'll think about it.

[Senri gets all of several seconds to feel the coarse, dark hair before Sasuke tips his chin up and to the side like a cat being pet backward. The bangs don't even stay, so use to never doing anything but growing in whatever direction they've wanted.

But he at least brings his head back down again, keeping him from being haughty.]

What's wrong with my hair? [Better yet.] Why are you so obsessed with things like this? How you look to others.

[senri does look sheepish for a second - he can't make any promises about Justice just yet, so he doesn't. better than feeding Sasuke another lie.]

It does this... thing... [now that's about sasuke's hair.

though at the question, he just shakes his head.]

I have to be. I'm a stage actor. I'm good at what I do, of course, better than most - but if I'm not blessed like other people with head-turning good looks. If I don't put in effort, I can't keep up. And if I can't keep up, I lose my career. And if I lose my career -

... well, there's no back-up plan, for people like me. I don't have the luxuries that other people do. There's no one and nothing to catch me if I slip.

[senri appears to decide that the hair is a losing battle - or maybe he realizes that he's saying a little bit too much about himself, and he walks back if only to put some space between them physically, heading for the accessories table. at the end of the day, no matter how many connections he makes, he may still be a coward.]

Anyway I just have to care a lot, about everything I do and how people see me.

[Sasuke doesn't care about appearances. For a ninja, the way he dressed and the way he looked was never a part of his repertoire aside from having the telling signs Uchiha eyes.

But even so, it feels like the words are being pulled from his own throat. He was exceptional, but he wasn't a prodigy like his brother. If he didn't put in effort, he couldn't keep up. If he couldn't keep up, he wouldn't be worthy of being a ninja, he wouldn't have been able to get his revenge, he wouldn't be able to fix Konoha. No one is there to catch him...

But there is someone. There always has been. Two someones, but especially one stubborn someone.

His mouth opens as Senri retreats, and his hands habitually slide into the pockets of the jacket almost like he's worn it forever. He's quiet for a long time while Senri looks at the accessories.]

I'll catch you. [His voice is soft, but his face is as intensely focused as usual. He knows this changes nothing about Senri back home, but... if he can show Senri here the things he's today years old realizing Naruto has shown him all along...] I don't want you dragging me down by holding onto my ankles like a scaredy-cat. So.

I'll catch you.

[senri's hands still even as he pokes through the assortment of braclets, pins, odds and ends -

for so long, there was only him. he was alone until he made himself into something that others found worth paying attention to, when he gave them what they wanted. but if you wear a hundred different masks every single day, nothing feels genuine. still, he thought, even if it wasn't real - at least he had something.

but there's never been anyone to pay attention to him after his lies were revealed. no one stays when he says what's really on his mind. if he's not amiable, he's left behind. he's never had anyone who would - ]

.... you cursed me, idiot. You don't - get to say things like that...

[it's kind of funny, how the perpetual cold intermingles with the warmth in his chest, the flush that he can feel crawling up his neck even if he doesn't pull his eyes away from the items in front of him. still, his words lack any real bite, as if they're said to diffuse the odd closeness of the situation more than anything else.]

... I won't mess up. So it won't come to that.

[ . . . his smile is colored with disbelief, but there's no denying he's touched.]

But - thanks.

[There's no way in hell the two of them aren't currently going turbo even if they're pretending like they're not.] I don't trust a stage actor. [It'll come to Sasuke grabbing a handful of orange hair to keep Senri afloat just like he had to do in the pool.]

Hurry up already.

[Now that the soft idiocy is out of the way, he can relax and make an attempt at keeping his mind from running a million miles a minute... about Naruto, about Konoha, about Senri, the gods, this game.]

I already want out of these clothes.

[They aren't THAT bad.]

Stop complaining, you look good. Cheri will be happy - and play nice when we go to see him. I don't want the rest of the date to be soured because you fought with my original patron god who took care of me.

[thank god they're running away from the soft idiocy. if senri focuses then he's sure that he can wipe any sign of pink from his expression, instead settling for slipping a watch onto his wrist, just for aesthetic purposes rather than any actual need to tell the time

he glances up back up at sasuke]

Give me your hand - I'm not going to try to hold it.

[he prefers holding onto sasuke's arm instead anyway]

[Naturally, Sasuke looks skeptical about this, especially with the explanation tagged on at the end.] I'm not making any promises. [But it sounds like he'll actually maybe comply. He can't believe he has to "be good" just to get some bullshit favors.

He hates being indebted to fake gods.

Finally, he moves over to Senri at the table of accessories. He holds his hand out, palm up, like he's getting ready for a palm reading or something.]

[Senri has a ring in his hand.

is it from the table? it's a little hard to say. but it's not some fancyass engagment ring or anything - it looks like a simple mood ring, and he's going to just. purposefully turn sasuke's hand over so that he can slide the ring onto his middle finger, nodding with his good work.]

Mm, that's a good finishing touch.

[senri's a fucking shitty bitch because that's the mood ring he got from the bunny hunt that actually accurately reads people's moods and he memorized all the colors,]

[Unaware of the nefarious purposes of the ring, Sasuke allows and watches Senri slide it by the knuckles of his middle finger. He looks it over, turning his hand. Oh.

The dormant green gently and slowly changes to something deep blue. Weird.

Sasuke actually doesn't think anything of it. Senri is so fucking lucky. His eyes lift to Senri as his arm drops by his side, a thumb hooking into the pocket of the jeans.]

Are we finished now?

Here, at least.

[deep blue though.... that's cute.

there's a second where senri will go and pick up a coat that he also found - it's appropriately fabulous, and easily draped over his arm.

senri offers up a smile even as he moves to link up arms with sasuke again, settling into his side because he's still cold....]

Let's go see Cheri? And then the carnival!

[Well, he's a quarter of the way to being free maybe. The end cannot come for him fast enough...]

Let's go.

[He's too tired to try to throw Senri's arm off. Plus, it spares him from having to hold Senri's hand instead. He'll suffer through this for the time being.

HOPEFULLY NO ONE SEES THEM WALKING FROM THE COSTUME HALL TO THE DAMN ALTAR ROOM.]

[haha yeah hopefully

ANYWAY FASTFORWARDING PRESUMING THAT THE AUDIENCE WITH SINCERITY DOESN'T GO TO SHIT???? PLEASE BEHAVE, SASUKE.

they made it to the carnival in disorder's wing!! senri's eyes light up at the sight of all the booths and he peers around curiously, not sure where to go to first - ]

Are you hungry? Do you wanna play games? Oh, there's rides too...!

[date time, date time]

[Here's praying the meeting doesn't end in smoke and flames like the last godly encounter he had with Takaomi.

By the time they get to the carnival, he can finally count being halfway finished. This close to the start, he's still ready for everything to just be over.] Come on. [He doesn't take Senri's hand or arm, but assumes Senri is still attached to him. (god)

He weaves carefully through the phantom, existing non-existent, glancing back and forth at the booths. Alright, here. He stops at one to get them a fat, long loaf of salted pretzel on a stick, smothered in... well, he's hoping that's cheese. He also gets... Hm. He hates sweets, so he opts for a more sour tea, and he hands this off to Senri, too.

It'll keep Senri's mouth shut.]

Games.

[Senri is definitely still attached to him and - hm? Senri is being handed all of these items suddenly and sure, he can hold them but he's also shooting Sasuke the most deadpan look.

Before they go to the games, he lifts the salted pretzel stick up to Sasuke's mouth.]

You're a horrible date. Please get better before you disappoint some poor girl.

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mods please murder sasuke week 3 i'm begging you

[1/2] god i hate this so much please kill us both

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