usogi | [ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

[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.

[Ah.

Don't critique him, he's trying!! It makes him frown gently even if the pinch to his brows says he's irritable about being dunked.] I've already disappointed one. [He bites a small hunk out of the pretzel and turns away to keep walking.

The dart games aren't challenge enough, Catra was right. He'll probably try to find one of the games with moving targets and guns.]

[Senri will tag along, because of course he will. But also - ]

Sasuke-kun was a heartbreaker?! Hmm, I guess bad boys still have their own type of appeal.

[fuck he loves gossip. this is how he's going to keep himself entertained even as he also takes a bite out of the pretzel. he probably takes one sip of the sour tea and proceeds to make a pinched face?? whyyyyyy]

She isn't important.

[Don't talk about exes(??) when going on a date with someone else, idiots!! But no, please make him talk about the girl he keeps trying very hard to ignore. The girl he told twice she was annoying so she'd hate him the girl he illusioned into thinking he stabbed her through with his arm.

Yeah, Senri on a date with the worst person.]

This one. [It keeps Senri from having to walk very far while juggling drink and pretzel, and it gives him the opportunity to practice more gun work.] Do you want to play?

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[SHE IS IMPORTANT, SASUKE MENTIONED HER OF HIS OWN WILL. senri is going to file this away for later... he's very curious.... but he'll pause at the game stall and hum curiously.]

Sure! I'm better at video games, but these are fun too.

[even though he has to figure out where to place both drink and pretzel?? sasuke don't try to multi-task on dates it's so inconvenient]

[It's fine. Just put it--here. Sasuke maneuvers Senri's hands to put the pretzel (IT'S IN A LITTLE BOWL THING OR WRAPPER LISTEN) and drink down on the counter. See? Fine. He'll make sure it doesn't get knocked off.]

You mean those?

[He nods toward... that's definitely something like DDR set up over in the other direction. Sasuke doesn't know video games, but he's heard people talking, and he ran into Takaomi with the Switch.

Carefully, he lifts the wooden pump-action up and starts filling the end with the little beads. He's still not practiced with guns, though he's better after playing a few times.]

Mm-hmm. Bakaomi and I had a bunch back in our room back home - it's like the stuff you find in Merriment's Game Room? .... I don't know if you'd find them that exciting....

[would ninjas still enjoy Brawl?

but senri's just going to follow after Sasuke, mimicking his actions. he hadn't made it to the carnival yet after his busy day, but he's happy to be here now and that's what counts.]

Think you can win me a prize, Sasuke-kun?

[He’d probably be down for games actually, so long as they’re challenging. Naruto would be the one to love smashing games. Mindless violence with increasing skill. Sasuke, though, would appreciate the puzzle and story ones most.

His arm easily starts pumping the handle of the wooden rifle, and he watches Senri as he does. It’s clear Senri is almost as bad as Sasuke around a gun, but particularly this carnival game.] Stop. You look stupid.

[Reaching out with one hand, Sasuke pushes Senri’s gun down onto the counter, trying to get Senri to let it go.] Here. [With a sigh, he steps with little reluctance right up behind Senri and flush front to side and back. Both arms encircle the other boy’s shoulders, and he firmly fits the gun’s stock to Senri’s shoulder. His chin lowers to Senri’s other shoulder, his eyes forward.] You can win your own prize. [He puts Senri’s hands below his, one on the gun and one on the trigger.]

Don’t close your eye. You have to use both of them. Are you ready?

[ah.

hm?]

... pfffhaha, okay, so you're not a bad date after all.

[being so close to another person is sort of enough to get his heart rate going? but he's pretty sure that's just because he's attention starved, and sasuke's hot. this is just the natural reaction to that kind of thing, isn't it? regardless senri doesn't mind this type of guidance at all?]

Yes, sir.

[please,, think of taka,,]

[taka should be on the other side

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.]

[he really didn't have to growl like that.

if there was a second where senri shivered after they pulled apart, it was absolutely from the return of the cold given the lack of a warm body next to his. nothing else. he thinks again that it's unfortunate that sasuke isn't into guys - and then quickly dispels that thought.

he's an actor, so his expression is completely controlled when he turns back to sasuke, expression bright as ever like he isn't a thirsty little shit]

But I don't know if I'd count that as getting my own prize, you know?

Close enough.

[He lifts a hand and points. The prize comes out: a three foot tall, wide, stitched-eyed rabbit, white with a rainbow ribbon around its neck. Gay. Sasuke has already taken up the pretzel and the drink and turned to leave, though. Senri is forced to take the rabbit and catch up.

But Sasuke does wait a few feet away until they can walk side by side.]

What do you want to do now?

[whAT A CUTE RABBIT. senri's expression totally brightens up once it comes and he wraps his arms around it, thanking the person managing the stall before he returns to sasuke's side. he holds the rabbit close with one arm, linking their free ones, and also leans over to take a bite out of the pretzel

he licks his lips as he thinks, looking around]

Mm, we should stay until it gets dark at least... Wanna go on a ride? If there's a rollercoaster those are the best!

And help me name the rabbit.... Mr. Mew is gonna have a friend.

[Damn! Sasuke doesn’t even get a chance to breathe before Senri dolphin dives in and gets the pretzel, leaving him unable to do anything except hold it and pray.]

If you want. What are you going to do with... [He looks over the rabbit. Why does he have to help name it? He’s awful at naming. He looks away as they keep walking.] Yuki. [That’s as good as he’s going to get it. He doesn’t care past that, so either name it yourself Senri or take it.]

Someone will steal it.

[OH]

Yuki!!

[fuck, he loves it.]

They're going to steal Yuki...? What makes you say that?

If you leave it lying around while going on one of those things, idiot.

[He’s the “dude”? So he slides the remaining pretzel into his mouth and eats all of it, freeing up their carrying load some. He doesn’t talk while he chews, and he’s—? Clean. He throws the trash away where it belongs. If only he could fit himsef in there...]

They seem pointless. What about that one?

[Carousel?] Or that one? [The... ferris... wheel...?]

[ . . . . . . and senri can't help but laugh.]

Those are... very cute, but very chill rides? I think they're sweet, but does Sasuke-kun really want to go on one of those with me? I was trying for something exciting for a reason, you know?

[he likes really sweet stuff but he doesn't want to subject sasuke to it if he doesn't like senri for real and this is just a fake date for disorder!!]

[Hm. His face frowns sourly, but the ring on his finger fades into a bit of telling yellow. He won't look at Senri, but instead tries to search the rest of the grounds for something maybe not so gentle and gay, but something not so wild.]

There.

[It's not a ride exactly. A small fun house, with the outside splattered with colorful neon, blacklit designs. It doesn't matter if Senri protests, the mistake is latching onto his arm, and he's already headed in that direction.

Absentmindedly, he offers out the tea to Senri in case Senri wants a drink.]

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