（ it's said as he grabs his shirt, getting briefly tangled in it in that universal experience of 'where's the fucking hole for the head actually'. might be a god, still strangely human at the best and worst of times.
it's probably inside out by the time he manages it, tbh. ）
Because this one's a scratchy, asinine piece of shit and I will absolutely get you a better one from one of the other suites.
[He slept outside 90 percent of the time in that last dimension. As if to make a point, he pulls the (extremely shitty, threadbare) blanket up legs and over his lap.]
（ he holds out a hand, inviting a reciprocal touch. but there's no expectation of it, and if sasuke doesn't take his hand he'll let it drop without protest. if sasuke does complete the gesture, however, he'll bend over their hands in a gallant, theatrical bow and kiss the back of his. ）
Let's do dinner. After you've had a chance to really, deeply contemplate the foolishness of kicking somebody that looks this good naked out of your bed.
（ a broad, playful wink. ）
Don't be a stranger, Brightside.
（ and then he's gone, leaving only the impression of that eldritch magic behind. ）
[Now, instead of lying in the dark agonizing over every person he's tried to kill or successfully killed in his life, Sasuke will have to confront a new and troubling problem: Did he just get asked out on a date?
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（ it's said as he grabs his shirt, getting briefly tangled in it in that universal experience of 'where's the fucking hole for the head actually'. might be a god, still strangely human at the best and worst of times.
it's probably inside out by the time he manages it, tbh. ）
Because this one's a scratchy, asinine piece of shit and I will absolutely get you a better one from one of the other suites.
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Confusion, more than any other sentiment, clouds his features.]
... You're asking if I want a blanket?
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（ he shimmies into his sweatpants, which require markedly less fussing than the shirt. ）
I'm not entirely unconvinced this one's not shaved off a fuckin' werewolf.
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It's fine. It doesn't bother me.
[He slept outside 90 percent of the time in that last dimension. As if to make a point, he pulls the (extremely shitty, threadbare) blanket up legs and over his lap.]
Don't steal from someone else because of me.
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（ rude child. he can barter! or ask! ）
That's an offensive stereotype and I profoundly object to your cruel aspersions on my character, actually.
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[Don't be charming, he's trying to kick you out so he can angst in private.]
If you find one that doesn't belong to anyone, then fine. But I don't need it.
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（ the most haphazard shrug in all of fucking creation, here. ）
What were we even talking about?
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Nothing. You were leaving.
[... unfortunately, his ability to be cold/rude to Cy is decreasing dramatically by the hour of every day.]
I'll see you later.
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（ he holds out a hand, inviting a reciprocal touch. but there's no expectation of it, and if sasuke doesn't take his hand he'll let it drop without protest. if sasuke does complete the gesture, however, he'll bend over their hands in a gallant, theatrical bow and kiss the back of his. ）
Let's do dinner. After you've had a chance to really, deeply contemplate the foolishness of kicking somebody that looks this good naked out of your bed.
（ a broad, playful wink. ）
Don't be a stranger, Brightside.
（ and then he's gone, leaving only the impression of that eldritch magic behind. ）
freedom again
(And, yes, he took the hand.)]