Uzumaki Naruto (
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asgardmeridiem2013-10-18 04:21 pm
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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.
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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"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?
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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."
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"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.
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"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.
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He sits down again, content with not saying anything and simply sipping at the glass of water.
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Instead, he mimics his friend, picking up his water and drinking a few mouthfuls. "Food better not be that long. I'm starvin'."
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He'll just drink some more water.
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He sipped his own water... and glanced over his shoulder again.