Nah, I know. I wanted to. You deserve nice things, and I'm in a position to make that happen. You'd do the same for me — you cleaned my damn room, remember?
（ but he calls the bag up from beneath the bed, and gently extricates himself from sasuke so he can gesture him to open it.
actually. you know what? given the context they've gotten into over the last few hours, he shakes his head briefly to forestall him opening it just yet. ）
Though for the sake of little kittens, if orange is some kinda trigger for you tell me now so I can just swap that bad boy out. I will go blue.
[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.
[Shifting, Sasuke peels the sweater off of himself one-handed, draping it at the end of the bed. Then, naked once more, he wraps the blanket around his shoulders like a heavy cloak.]
I don't have much left of him, except for memories. [The hollow ache in wondering what happened to Naruto after the Netherworld continues to nag him—but that powerlessness can't be solved simply by wishing it away. He has to believe Naruto is all right.] Thank you.
Tell me about him one day, okay? I want to know everything about you, too.
（ the blanket is big — far bigger than the small bed, and there's plenty of room for two. sasuke strips naked again, and cy reaches for another corner of the blanket to drag around himself and sasuke closer at a consequence.
sleep may not come quick or easy, but when it does — he'll have slung an easy arm around the boy, keeping him tugged in against his chest. ）
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（ but he calls the bag up from beneath the bed, and gently extricates himself from sasuke so he can gesture him to open it.
actually. you know what? given the context they've gotten into over the last few hours, he shakes his head briefly to forestall him opening it just yet. ）
Though for the sake of little kittens, if orange is some kinda trigger for you tell me now so I can just swap that bad boy out. I will go blue.
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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.
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（ he'd wanted to stay away from red and black for obvious reasons. maybe he should have gone with pink. (laughs in ooc.) ）
If you don't want the reminder around I can return it, it's okay.
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[Shifting, Sasuke peels the sweater off of himself one-handed, draping it at the end of the bed. Then, naked once more, he wraps the blanket around his shoulders like a heavy cloak.]
I don't have much left of him, except for memories. [The hollow ache in wondering what happened to Naruto after the Netherworld continues to nag him—but that powerlessness can't be solved simply by wishing it away. He has to believe Naruto is all right.] Thank you.
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（ the blanket is big — far bigger than the small bed, and there's plenty of room for two. sasuke strips naked again, and cy reaches for another corner of the blanket to drag around himself and sasuke closer at a consequence.
sleep may not come quick or easy, but when it does — he'll have slung an easy arm around the boy, keeping him tugged in against his chest. ）