（ you know that look dogs get when they've just eaten half your sofa and you've come home to find a mess?

yeah.

similarities. he squints a bit, and then raises his gaze skyward as if trying to mentally tabulate where that might have been. then he just props a finger up aloft in a sort of universal, hold please, gesture and transmats out back to his room. he makes a slow circuit, turning on his heel. locates the guitar with the newly processed information as to its whereabouts, goes 'ah, i see' in a speculative murmur, and then pops back in in that oppressive haze of roiling energy. ）

For legal purposes, you'll have to ask my lawyer about the mess my room may or may not be at the moment.

（ which is telling enough. yes, it's a mess again. perhaps a little less of one in an attempt to be respectful of the work sasuke went to the first time around, but also: he sucks at maintaining his space just... more broadly. ）

Anyway. Moving right along — how've you been?