[Yet he's obedient to the hand as he follows Cy over, lowering down at his side. In a snap, the salad is returned, fingers reclaiming the chopsticks perched on top of the bowl. A few more bites—enjoying the flavor on his tongue, savoring the freshness—and he looks over.
It isn't that he thought Cy would forget so soon. Sasuke still doesn't know the exact boundaries of a ruined mind's ability to create memories, to save or catalogue new information, but... this one is obviously a purposeful attempt. There's an unfamiliar feeling that swells in his chest in recognition of that fact; he might misjudge it for emotional pain, because it is all he has to compare against, except Cy has done nothing wrong by mentioning his home village.
He's felt something like this before. In the Valley of the End, under the sky, laid out on a rock.]
... It's a little more humid. It reminds me of summertime, but the vegetation here is different. The closer you get to the lowest parts, the more everything grows close together. It's harder to navigate with that kind of density compared to the forests of Fire Country. [He places back his empty bowl, this time reaching for the miso soup.] But the greenery is the same. The shadows, the play of light. The fresh smell, though I don't recognize the flora. Like those glowing mushrooms.
[A dark head tilts, looking up at the canopy above them.]
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Then maybe I'm still hungry.
[Yet he's obedient to the hand as he follows Cy over, lowering down at his side. In a snap, the salad is returned, fingers reclaiming the chopsticks perched on top of the bowl. A few more bites—enjoying the flavor on his tongue, savoring the freshness—and he looks over.
It isn't that he thought Cy would forget so soon. Sasuke still doesn't know the exact boundaries of a ruined mind's ability to create memories, to save or catalogue new information, but... this one is obviously a purposeful attempt. There's an unfamiliar feeling that swells in his chest in recognition of that fact; he might misjudge it for emotional pain, because it is all he has to compare against, except Cy has done nothing wrong by mentioning his home village.
He's felt something like this before. In the Valley of the End, under the sky, laid out on a rock.]
... It's a little more humid. It reminds me of summertime, but the vegetation here is different. The closer you get to the lowest parts, the more everything grows close together. It's harder to navigate with that kind of density compared to the forests of Fire Country. [He places back his empty bowl, this time reaching for the miso soup.] But the greenery is the same. The shadows, the play of light. The fresh smell, though I don't recognize the flora. Like those glowing mushrooms.
[A dark head tilts, looking up at the canopy above them.]
You chose a good tree.