usogi | [ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

Better.

[He doesn’t seem convinced about Majima, though not from a curse. He... remembers how Senri felt. It was too vivid, and his skin crawls in irritation thinking about it. He can shit on Senri but no one else can? Thanks.]

Anyone can get cursed again. There’s still one killer among us.

... right.

[and senri sighs softly. he frowns and then shakes his head.]

I'm done for tonight. Teach me more tomorrow? After I'm done being mad at Taka. A lot of people will get mad at me if I don't rest more...

[he's tired for a lot of reasons now, and it seems like some of his anger was dispersed]

And you need to eat apple gels too.

Alright.

[He is... also tired. The weekend was long. He doesn't mind getting punched by a shrimpy theater twink, but yeah.] I'm fine. I don't need anything. [Senri knew this was coming.

Sasuke turns around to start digging the futons out, not that they have to sleep yet. It'll give them a place to sit and lounge and make no room available for punching.]

You're so annoying....

[he did know this was coming!!! but he's just going to huff a quiet little noise anyway. excuse him as he wanders out briefly, though it doesn't take him very long to come back, though he seems to be holding something in one of his hands.

when he does he'll sit down on one of the futons and then pat a spot next to him for sasuke to sit]

[Sasuke finishes getting the futons rolled out as Senri disappears and comes back. He skeptically regards Senri

and doesn't, at first, move to sit down.] I said... [Nevermind. He's already giving up? This is ridiculous... He's never been so moldable in his entire life. Two thin hammers beating on him make a WHOLE hammer, and he's Tired.

So folds into a cross-legged sit on the futon.]

[nice.

senri is then going to reach out for sasuke's hand, and if there's no resistance he's going to uncurl his fingers so that his palm is open. and then he'll deposit one red jelly substance.]

Eat it, please.

[he has another one in his hands and he's just going to pop it into his mouth to nom.]

If you're trying to poison me, you could have chosen something else.

[He looks the jelly over in his palm. This is... not the strangest thing he's ever seen or had to do, but still weird nonetheless.]

It's medicine. Jude-kun gave it to me, and he's a doctor. [medical student] Whenever I have one, it makes my injuries feel a little bit better, so you need to have one too.

[apple gels, thanks jrpg wing.]

You taught me how to punch, so this is my favor in return. Don't make me break a rule?

Tch...

[He again looks over the gel before he... just raises it up and slides it into his mouth. Honestly, it isn't so bad. Jell-O? It's fine.

A gummy orb.]

Satisfied?

Mm-hmm.

[ . . . though now - ]

So what do you do when I'm not bothering you anyway? It's not late enough for bed, but we can't go out and do anything fun.

[does sasuke have like

hobbies]

[He kind of just gives Senri a look. Before, this sort of question wouldn't bother him. When he first arrived, it hadn't mattered? He knew what he wanted, and he thought he knew how to get it. Everything in between fell by the wayside.

But now he frowns, feeling... ashamed of himself. Seeing everyone else... comparing himself to them. He looks away. He spent so much time training... to beat Itachi, to beat Naruto, save the world, to make an attempt at Hokage...

There hadn't ever been any time for hobbies as a ninja in a war.]

...

[ . . . . oh my god.

senri blinks and then hums softly. he said fairly meanly when they were playing soccer that the ninja world kind of ruined sasuke emotionally and apparently at any hope of doing normal people shit.]

... let's go find Kara-chan! And then go to the Game Room. We can bring something back here to play, even if we don't get to it tonight.

[he's already moving to stand again]

Do you think you'd like fighting games? Or something with more of a story?

[Slowly, he tips his head and glances up at Senri, looking... unsure and maybe somewhat guarded. It isn't the usual scowl, and it's not a smile. Still a strange thing to see on Sasuke's face.

Remorse maybe.]

...I don't know.

We can find out.

[there's no judgment to be found on senri's face as he stands now, reaching his hand out to sasuke to help him stand.]

Now's as good a time to start as any. Taka and I have been trying to beat this series before we run out of time in this game - you can join us, if you want.

[they're playing kingdom hearts]

[Ugh. Stop friending him. He hates all this all the time. Reaching up, he clasps Senri’s hand and pulls himself to his feet with a small wince. He should have really just stood.]

And what are you going to do if you don’t?

[pouts at the wince]

... well, the games still exist in our world, so we can still play them. But it's a time crunch here - something to keep our minds off of... everything.

[that said.]

Do you want me to go by myself and bring it back?

No. I can make it.

[???

What a weird thing to say.]

Okay, but no more pushing yourself.

[lmao

at least senri will just move for them to exit out then,,]

The rest of the night is just for games and figuring out what kind you like.

[His sigh is so hecking tired... He’s being bullied into normalcy, and he hates it so very much!!]

Anything that isn’t just mindless. At least something requiring some skill.

Oh, you're one of those.

[would sasuke enjoy splatoon senri thinks he would]

One of those what?

[He’d think it looks stupid but would end up being very good at it.]

Mental gamers...

[which senri doesn't actually sound too surprised or bothered by]

There's a lot of different kinds. I like RP- er, roleplaying games, with really big storylines.

[This means nothing at all to him. He’s from the 80s, Senri??? He had like... maybe Snake. Oregon Trail??]

Sounds like something Sakura would be interested in. Boring.

It's not boring! The graphics are amazing, the story is compelling, the music is top-notch, and the battle systems are innovative!

[HE HAS VIDEO GAME OPINIONS, UNFORTUNATELY]

Is Sakura the girl you always deny thinking about? Be nicer to her!

I don't think about her.

[It's given too defensively? Even if he doesn't, there's some kind of connection between them simply by how ruffled he gets about it.]

Mind your own business.

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