usogi | [ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

[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.]

[ . . . . this is moe. Senri actually goes without any struggle at all, if only because that ring is an awesome tell and he wonders if he can convince Sasuke to wear it every time they hang out.

when the tea is offered, he leans over to take a sip from the straw again - even if it makes his face pinch and he sticks out his tongue after]

This is the kind of stuff you like....? Noted, I guess.

[he'll try to make it for sasuke later, probably on murder day when everyone's tense]

I don't like the other too sweet trash I know they sell.

[He stops at the fun house, sucking for as long as he can on the drink until he can get most of it without having to waste the rest, and then he puts it in the trash before they go in.

It's not anything amazing, mostly a way to bullshit time until it's much darker. It's full of illusionary walls and rooms (the big to small kind), distorted mirrors, a spinning tunnel. They're going to have a really fun time! And maybe vomit!]

You must really hate sweets... did you eat too much when you were younger and it ruined you for life?

[????? but senri doesn't mind. he honestly will. find this hilarious especially as they start by passing through a mirror that makes them look. a lot tinier. like little orb people -

and he's surprised into laughter before he can even stop himself]

Hahaha, look at you!

...?

[He turns to follow Senri's line of sig--

His face betrays how fucking stupid and ridiculous he thinks the mirrors are, and the little orb, gnome Sasuke in the mirror ends up with a hilariously scowling face.] Tch. This is stupid. [Oh.

He jabs an elbow into Senri's side and points at another mirror down the way on the opposite side of the hall. Senri is fat in the waist and ass and fat in the face, but skinny as a rail everywhere else.

Sasuke has to turn his face away to try to bite back a smirk.]

[Sasuke can do that - but Senri thinks this is amazing. he's losing his shit instantaneously and pulling away just so that they can be more separated in the mirrors, and goes out of his way to move his arms to watch the skinny little bits move.

he puts one hand on his hip and the other behind his head to strike a stupid pose and it's actually just making him laugh more....]

Amazing, amazing!

[It's been... a long time since Sasuke has done anything not related to training or fighting. Years, actually. When he defected from Team 7 and left Konoha... it was nothing but training, sometimes verging on self torture, to be stronger, to be able to fight Itachi. And, after, it went from Itachi to war, to a battle with a god, to finally a coming battle with Naruto. He had done nothing but fight.

He wasn't a kid like he had been before, doing silly low-rank missions with Naruto, and Sakura, and Kakashi.

But here, he thinks he can remember... What it felt like to be standing at the edge of freedom and normalcy, before Itachi put the drive back in him with a single taunt and a month-long genjutsu. The growing warmth in his core, realizing he had friends, people who depended on him and who he depended on, too.

The amusement on his face has faded into something terribly, awfully lonely, something longing. He's a little jealous of Senri, too. Even being able to pretend to be happy is worth it, right?

His hands disappear into the pockets of the jacket, taking the golden ring with it. He moves by Senri as if he's continuing on, but he isn't looking at any of the mirrors.]

[TALK ABOUT A MOODSWING.

That said, Senri is glancing over - and he blinks when he catches the different expression on Sasuke's face. When Sasuke walks past him, he automatically moves to link up their arms again, peering up at him curiously - but also not without a hint of worry.]

Sasuke-kun...?

What's up?

Nothing. Let's go.

[The friends standing in the way of his ridiculous, dark goal: he misses them.

He doesn't intend to hold Senri's hand as if they're holding hands, but it happens when they have to divide heel-to-toe down a very narrow hallway to the next room. His arm peels up and away to drop Senri's limp and hanging, and then the hand comes up and back to scoop Senri's palm in his without lacing their fingers.

The ring sits purple around the width of his finger.

They're spit out the end of the hall into a room with a wide, spinning cylinder. A pathway leads them through the hollow middle, but the lights, the twisting walls, it feels unsteady and disorienting as they begin through it.]

[oh.

senri holds on - probably way too easily? but his hand fits in sasuke's fine. it's not nearly as calloused or rough, and he thinks about that briefly as they walk. he's not sure what's bothering his date at the moment, but also supposes they probably won't get a second to figure it out until

after senri's done being blinded by these weirdass lights]

Whoa.

[he'll?? aim to go straight through?? he never strays too far from sasuke's side though]

[Without thinking, they go through, and it's a little unnerving to be so... unsteady. The vortex tube and the lights would never have bothered him if he still had access to his dojutsu abilities.

When it dumps them out at the end, he is still holding Senri's hand, but he looks incredibly sour, maybe a tad ill, and the black eye has turned into a kaleidoscope of jagged red and black pieces. Now he really does have mismatched eyeballs.

Realizing their hands are still clasped, he immediately lets go and pulls away, shooting out of the flaps of curtain and spilling back into the open air of the carnival outside the fun house. As Senri ultimately follows, he's probably heaving a deep sigh of relief.]

[sasuke doesn't see it given how he pulls away but senri is definitely pouting and frowning a little bit once his hand is free again.

though he seems to get over it quickly and follows after sasuke, yuki the bunny still in his arms up until they make it outside and he goes in front of sasuke, expression still concerned.]

Sasuke-kun? Are you okay? Hold onto Yuki, I'll get you some water.

[he feels bad!!]

[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.]

What next?

[ . . . . senri pauses briefly. his arm will goes to link with sasuke's even as his other hand comes up to touch where sasuke tapped him?]

.... did you get cursed?

I know we said no gods talk but...

[now he's concerned for a different reason]

You're so damn annoying.

[Worse than Sakura! Worse than Naruto! Okay, maybe not quite as bad as Naruto, but it's getting there.

He doesn't look over at Senri, instead pulling the boy along as they filter back into the midst of the carnival. It's thankfully getting fairly dark, and only the very edge of the horizon is left with light the muted color of Senri's hair.] Where do you wa... [A boom happens suddenly some distance off--maybe toward the track field.

Sasuke goes immediately tense, and he pushes his elbow down and back into Senri's side, taking half a step in front. Oh--

The sky explodes in glittering, flickering lights, and they pepper down over the backdrop of violet before disappearing. The tension drains out of him, and his shoulders go slack. Just fireworks. He watches the sky as two more booms sound in succession.]

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