[ 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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[usogi]

[ . . . ]

Why....

[THAT'S NOT

WHAT HE'D THINK TO NAME A BUNNY]

[moralmyopia]

It was my mother’s name.

[usogi]

Oh.

[it's just a soft noise and senri is thoughtful]

... Seanbon and I don't know our mothers - or fathers. I don't know how to make a name to match...

I wonder what we should do....

[moralmyopia]

Name it what you think would be a good mother’s name then. Or a father.

[usogi]

[ . . . . ]

Yup, I'll ask him.

[senri doesn't know what either of those things would be, sasuke]

[moralmyopia]

Tch. Stop running. Just try it.

[He doesn’t believe that for a second, and he looks irritated by the easy dismissal.]

Pick a name you think sounds good.

[usogi]

[senri just rolls his eye at that]

It would just be names from stories or books or plays....

I'll figure one out with Seanbon.

[moralmyopia]

So...? Those are still names. [He frowns at the persistent refusal, but... after that, drops it.] Fine.

[usogi]

[senri just sighs softly]

... none of them are real, you know? They're nice for people who need to escape, who want to be tricked for a little bit into waiting for a happy ending.

I don't want to assume that something I read in a book is the same as your relationship with your mother. It doesn't feel... right. Authentic...?

[ . . . and he just shrugs]

I guess I'm still trying to find a little more sincerity, even now.

[moralmyopia]

It...

[His eye lowers, followed by his head just a little. It turns away toward the bench, though he doesn't seem to be looking at anything in particular.] I don't know how to feel about them... aside from the fact, I should have died with them that night.

They were... my parents. They always doted on Itachi because he was gifted. [Itachi had to blackmail their father into paying him any attention, but he doesn't know this.] I always lived in his shadow.

[usogi]

[ . . . hm.]

... I'm glad you didn't.

[his hand moves for a second - as if he's about to reach for sasuke's. but at least for the time being he thinks better of it]

Um... die, I mean. I'm glad you're still here... and your own person.

[moralmyopia]

I'm not sure I agree with that.

[He at least, even if not looking at Senri, sounds resigned with his fate of being alive anyway. It was always weird, longing for death, but being too stubborn to die until he could get his revenge.

And then after he got it, being too stubborn not to try to change things his way. But still craving death regardless.]

[usogi]

[yeah fuck it he's not going to accept that. his hand comes to rest over sasuke's, if only for the point of contact]

... I don't like when you say things like that.

You know you do a lot of good... don't you?

[moralmyopia]

[His fingers curl, but he doesn't pull his arm or hand away. His eye lands on their hands, and the touch manages to get him to look up at Senri's face finally. His brows bunch softly.]

It isn't about what I've done. It's about... [He shakes his head and looks away again.] Don't worry about it.