asgardmeridiem | We are never, ever, ever, getting back together.

Who: Naruto Uzumaki & Sasuke Uchiha
What: Things
When: Day 343
Where: Somewhere in some district.
Rating: PG-13 for dumb ninja bfs

He was still sulking. Only, it wasn't really sulking at all because he had a totally valid reason for moping around over the last few days. His last meeting with Sasuke had gone terribly, and adjusting to a life that didn't involve at least seeing his best friend for something to eat at least was taking it's toll on him.

It wasn't that he needed to spend time with Sasuke, or anyone else for that matter to be the happy, carefree individual that he tended to be. Only, he couldn't possibly hold on to that carefree feeling. There was absolutely nothing he could do to make Sasuke stop blaming him for what had happened, and by this point, Naruto was beginning to feel completely and utterly at fault, despite Gaara's reassurances, and those of the other people who had been affected deeply by the events of the previous week.

So, he's wandering through the city, trying to find something to occupy his mind with. He wasn't needed at the job he'd managed to get himself, and he vaguely wondered if that was because of all the mistakes he'd made the other day... perhaps he was on the hunt for a job, or to bump into a friendly face. Anything to make him stop thinking about that.

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Sasuke lifts his head up to take a look at the place, only to lower it again in order to watch Naruto fall to the floor.

He stops just in front of the fallen ninja, waiting for him to get up. This is so troublesome..

"Get up." He's holding out an arm, one Naruto can use to lean on or something until they cross the short distance to the restaurant. He has to actually get up off the ground first though.

It's not as dramatic as it looks... Honest. He's just managed to shift one of his ribs too much and--

"Owowowow. I'm up. I'm up. Oi." Shrugging it off has always worked in the past, and he tries an experimental step, happy when it doesn't hurt like hell.

He almost wants to yell, because what the hell did Sasuke do? Getting hurt sucks, no matter where you are, but everything just seems ten times worse here.

"M'okay. Just-- need to eat I reckon."

Sasuke lets out an unimpressed noise because if left to his own devices, Naruto's answer to everything would probably be food. He grabs an arm to help prop him up, not even asking for permission as he does it and leads them over to the restaurant door.

Hopefully they have napkins laid out so he can at least stop his nosebleed.

"This whole thing was your idea, idiot." Probably won't be so quick to offer himself up as a punching bag next time, right?

Food was a good thing! It helped people talk, gave you energy and tasted delicious. There is absolutely nothing wrong with food. It is awesome.

Whoa-- He lets Sasuke take him by the arm, shifting at least so that he can walk comfortably beside Sasuke.

"Yeah well... It worked right?" He doesn't really say it with the same gusto as he perhaps might have done, because they're both in a pretty bad way, but all the same... there is truth in his words. His 'challenge' accomplished what he'd hoped it would.

and he would totally do it again in a heartbeat.

"You're going to get yourself killed one day for doing things like that, and you'll have nobody to blame for yourself." The tension has gone from his voice, though. So yes, it seemed to have worked as well as could have been expected.

Reaching out a hand, he pulls open the restaurant door to let them both inside.

"..." He doesn't really want to comment. He would definitely do this again if it meant fixing things with Sasuke, the fact that he's stupid enough to trust him to not actually kill him adds to the moment of course.

He grabs the door, hauling himself inside and hobbling over to a table, only to slump down into the seat. "What's this place got?"

Following to the tablr, Sasuke pulls out a seat on the opposite side of the table and sits, immediately reaching for some of the napkins placed there to hold on his nose.

"There's a menu in front of you, moron." It's right there. On the table. Pick it up. He hasn't set foot in this place before now, how is he supposed to know?

It's really good to finally sit down, and he practically slumps in his seat before reaching out for that menu, not tired enough that he can't throw a frown in Sasuke's direction.

Sweeping it up, instantly his expression changes. Except it's a grin that sends pain coursing through his face, and he reaches up with his free hand to press his fingers against his cheek in the hopes that it might make it stop.

"Ow. Ah, they've got loads of stuff." It's mumbled, but he sets the menu down on top of the table, shifting forward to slide it between them. "Steaks, burgers... noodles."

Sasuke takes the menu and glances over it, looking up briefly to watch Naruto nursing his cheek. His own wasn't much better as eh continued to press napkins against it. In fact, he looks around in search for the bathrooms before setting the menu down.

"Order me some noodles." He replies, already pushing his seat back and standing up before heading to the bathroom. Maybe it will look better once he has washed the dried blood off.

"Noodles?" The surprise in his tone might be obvious, but he's too busy looking up at what Sasuke's doing to question any further.

"Okay--" The menu has a bunch of different kinds on it, but he likes to think he knows Sasuke well enough to make a well informed decision on the kind he'd like to eat.

By the time Sasuke comes back... he'll have two glasses of water on the table, and two bowls of noodles coming right up. He's not nursing his own face any more, just pulling strange faces in an attempt to stop it feeling so weird.

Five minutes later and he's back, looking a little better now. No more fresh blood on his face, at least, but there's a rather obvious and nasty looking bruise forming on his nose, as well as on the knuckles of his left hand.

He sits down again, content with not saying anything and simply sipping at the glass of water.

Sasuke looks much better. Naruto even nods at his own thoughts, but bringing it up as a topic of conversation is only going to end sourly, and he's grown up enough now to realise that.

Instead, he mimics his friend, picking up his water and drinking a few mouthfuls. "Food better not be that long. I'm starvin'."

It'll arrive once it's ready, which probably won't be for a while. Not until they've cooked it. Of course he doesn't actually say this, instead offering Naruto some vague look which says he at least heard what he said.

He'll just drink some more water.

He never had any patience, less so now that he and Sasuke had not only beaten the crap out of each other, but also made friends again. Falling out with his best friend brought with it a huge change in his mood. His appetite had suffered, and now he just had to make up for it.

He sipped his own water... and glanced over his shoulder again.

We are never, ever, ever, getting back together.

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