[Echoed dumbly as Sasuke sits up on the bed, sweater pooling in his lap, eyes a little rounded. His expression... softens by degrees, grateful at least that Cy has warned him.]
It's not, but... [With a sigh, his hand slowly peels the bag open to extract the fluffy blanket, pulling it into his lap in a spill of plush fabric. His face changes—a tilt into melancholy.] It makes me think of him. Naruto.
It's a stupid color for a shinobi. Stealth was impossible, but he didn't care about that. He liked that it was bright. That he stood out.
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[Echoed dumbly as Sasuke sits up on the bed, sweater pooling in his lap, eyes a little rounded. His expression... softens by degrees, grateful at least that Cy has warned him.]
It's not, but... [With a sigh, his hand slowly peels the bag open to extract the fluffy blanket, pulling it into his lap in a spill of plush fabric. His face changes—a tilt into melancholy.] It makes me think of him. Naruto.
It's a stupid color for a shinobi. Stealth was impossible, but he didn't care about that. He liked that it was bright. That he stood out.