usogi | [ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

I don't want you to food poison me.....

[he's staring intently at dessert.... he trusts sasuke can make dinner just fine but senri is slowly becoming scared of dessert. he wonders if he should just help himself to the leftover parfait....

anyway - ]

Here, I'll try again, since your hearing is going with old age.

[sasuke is only two years older,]

Who told you that?

[WOW. He cuts a sharp look at Senri for a moment. He isn't going to FOOD POISON because even if he can't cook, HE'S INTELLIGENT. And HYGENIC.

At least the stir fry is easy and smells good once it starts going, once Sasuke is done being extra trying to chop the vegetables. He's too fast? His hands are so skilled... Too fast and too accurate. He knows his way around weaponry. Scary.

Near the end, he lets the stir fry simmer while he deals with the weird, white goop from the steamed pot.] A god who wants Sincerity out of the game. [The Mysterious Goop is christened with sugar a little at a time over heat. He's trying his best not to burn it...

After, the now sticky goop is added to the flat pan with cornstarch and spread a little. Sasuke cuts a corner off gently with a dull knife. He rolls the red paste in the center and pinches the outside over so it's a soft ball. Senri will know what he's making.

He hands the first one out on his starchy palm. Daifuku mochi.]

[ . . . . oh.

senri will reach out to take it.

and then nudge sasuke in the side with his foot]

Don't listen to Disorder, are you stupid?

[eats the mochi]

[He grunts and swipes at the foot with his hand, probably getting starch on Senri's pants because it's what Senri deserves.]

I never said I was listening. It's what they told me. I'm trying to verify information.

[But his eyes narrow suspiciously.] No one said we could trust Sincerity either. Not until we know more about how the gods work. [He's so suspicious of everything.

Instead of handing off more mochi, he puts the rest he makes along the edge of the pan until there isn't any more left to make. He washes his hands and dumps the stir fry between two bowls.]

What did Disorder say to you?

[HIS PANTS. senri makes an unhappy noise even as he jumps off the counter to grab a napkin to try to wipe that off??? asshole,,

but he'll at least answer once he's done chewing]

Nothing to me. Disorder's not a god I've talked to. But I can ask around. I'm nervous to talk to gods that might curse me - and I don't hide that I like Sincerity a lot, so I might not even be a good choice since I hear Disorder hates Sincerity the most.

So I might need to ask someone to go for me.... if you can handle waiting a little, and for secondhand information.

[he doesn't even know why sasuke trusts senri's information but he'll accept it??]

That said, one of the number changes this week was because someone left Disorder for Sincerity. They're also the reason why poetry was banned.

Chuuya.

[He frowns while rinsing out the pan, and he's quiet for a bit while he thinks.] I'm not an idiot. You're an actor. It would be easy for you to beg and plead like you did with Indulgence. You just want someone else to do it for you. [GOD] Disorder was reasonable when I met her. [As reasonable as a feisty god could be, he thinks.]

She expressed dislike for Sincerity because of a personal feud. She said Sincerity will tell you they want a world where people are honest with themselves, but their real goal is having people follow shallow trends and social rules for worth.

[He watches Senri's face when he says this, his eyes searching.]

[ugh. sasuke will only read irritation and exhaustion on senri's face before he helps himself back to a seat on the counter once he's saved his pants as much as he can]

So much of this game is personal feuds... I met with Ambition and we started on a rocky foot because she fought with Shiks, and I told Shiks that she should leave Ambition if she wasn't happy.

[and he shakes his head.]

Disorder sounds like one of those people who think that just because someone doesn't share their personal tragedy in five minutes, that means they're shallow and have no substance to their character. Sincerity is pretty flamboyant, but I think that they're pretty thoughtful too. I wouldn't listen to Disorder for a proper appraisal.

And you can call me a lot of things - but if you think I'm lazy [aside from wanting to be pampered] then you'd just be wrong. If I thought that I could talk to Disorder without it being a risk to myself, I'd do it.

Why don't you just take me with you and volunteer as the body to be cursed?

[no]

I told you trying to be friends with everyone here would get you in trouble. You sacrificed audiences with gods because you're too busy worrying about other people. [A "tch."] We need to find out if the gods can lie. If Disorder isn't lying, we'll have a harder time parsing what kind of world the gods actually want to make.

[He just gives Senri a look. He'll believe it when he sees it, you old, bruised tangerine.]

I'm finished with curses. [???] I'm not getting cursed just for your sake. Indulgence was bad enough.

Are you going to eat, or are you going to keep defending gods you don't even truly know?

[senri looks like he wants to fucking bite

he probably does

but he'll reach for a bowl anyway.... and he'll get two pairs of chopsticks out, and leave one in the other bowl for sasuke]

Thank you for the food, you absolute jerk.

[he'll eat!!!!!!]

[bite him, do it, coward]

Hmph. [He takes the chopsticks and his own bowl, turning his back a little to Senri so he can lean on the counter again and hopefully eat the stir fry in peace.

And thank the gods it isn't burnt or nasty. GG EZ. (please don't make him cook ever again)]

[they're not going to eat the stir fry in peace. but senri will eat and... honestly be decently happy with it...]

....

"We", huh?

[We need to find out if the gods can lie.

We'll have a harder time.

he'll

let that question hang in the air like a bitch]

[God DAMMIT.

Sasuke cuts a sharp look at Senri out of the corner of his eye, a piece of flat bean captured between his teeth. He snorts softly and eats, not offering Senri any kind of response for a long moment.]

I meant we collectively, idiot. All of us playing the game.

[so there]

[that still manages to get him to smile]

That's not a bad answer either, you know? If you're thinking about everyone who's playing altogether.

That does make it a little bit easier to trust you.

[LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE NITO]

Maybe it was my ploy to get you to trust me. So I could kill you easier when the time is right.

Then you wouldn't just announce it like that, stupid....

[sasuke,]

Are you okay? Did you get cursed too?

[Ray said, "You would probably be more subtle or less subtle than that," and it was too real.]

What do you mean?

[how fast can they ruin another meal]

You're being even less convincing that you're the embodiment of gloom and doom than usual.

[linkin park intensifies]

[A strange expression crosses his face--almost like he had been thinking about something else and when Senri clarified, he was... relieved maybe?

He turns his head away and eats in silence for another too long amount of time.]

I'm tired.

[It's only been two weeks, but it sounds painfully honest.]

[ . . . . hm.

senri reaches out to pat sasuke on the shoulder, aiming for reassuring]

.... it's been a long two weeks. How have you been sleeping anyway?

[What a dumbass. He watched his brother get accused of murder, verified of murder without defending himself, and get zapped into ash in front of his eyes.

This isn't even the tip of the iceberg of trauma he's been through.]

Why do you care?

[He doesn't pull away exactly, but he does hike his shoulder up like a cat uncomfortable with affection.]

[senri will

slide over on the counter so he's sitting on the counter next to where sasuke's leaning against it. and he'll bump against sasuke once - not really affectionately, but definitely familiarly]

You said you're tired, moron, it's the next obvious question.

Do you want me to make tea after this? Chamomile's supposed to help for sleep.

[His dark eyes drop to one of Senri’s knees, but he doesn’t lift his eyes any more than that before he turns his head away again. The breech of personal space is familiar and suffocating all at once. How many times had he jumped on his shoulders, annoying, laughing like there’s no care, like there’s no weight of anything there.]

No. [He doesn’t finish the stir fry completely, but he at least ate enough. He puts it down and pulls away.] I’m tired of everyone else. [How mean does he have to be, he wonders, to keep people away.

So he can do what he needs to do.]

I’m leaving this time.

[ . . . senri is quiet for a long moment as he watches sasuke start to walk off.]

You shouldn't waste food.

[he's pretty sure he told sasuke that before? but.... well. he looks over at the small collection of mochi for him to eat, and the stir fry that's still in his bowl, and decides to let this one go.]

.... okay.

Thanks for the food.

[no thanks for leaving him alone but - well, he stayed for long enough that senri can't be mad.]

[ i already regret sasuke and senri ]

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