saucey: (サスケ » smile)
[Just because the picnic had ended hours ago, it didn’t mean that their day had to. Sasuke waited on the other side of the lake where the picnic had been held and waited patiently for his father.

His father, who never game him the time of day save for right before he had been killed. He couldn’t help it, he was starting to get excited to know what else there was that his father could teach him.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been this excited. It was either when he learned chidori, or when Itachi had agreed to train him finally. Possibly the latter.]


Not an IC cut. )
saucey: (サスケ » suuuuuuuuuuuuun)
[When the feed starts, Sasuke's bandaged back can be seen as he's rummaging through his closet for something. More like a specific shirt. Mouko wanders in while he's doing this, letting out a soft 'mew' before scurrying under Sasuke's outstretched arms and into the closet.]

Oi! Mouko, get out of there! I have to wash those!

[He lets out an exasperated sigh as he sits back on his heels, just staring at the mess he made.]

Where the hell is that--

[He stops when he spots something out of the corner of his eye and leans back into the closet to pull it out. An orange hoodie.]

... Where the hell are you, dumbass...
saucey: (サスケ » heh.)
[See Sawuce. See Sasuke standing up. See Sasuke walking around the room. Three times.

He stops in the middle of the room, and he can't help but grin to himself.]


Heh. Guess it's time to go.

[He's excited, really. He doesn't even notice the PCD recording as he walks over and grabs it before gathering his things to leave the clinic.]
saucey: (サスケ » hospitalized)
[At first the only thing that can be heard is just simple, deep breathing. A couple of minutes in, the breathing is disrupted by a small coughing fit, followed by groaning. Pained groaning.

There's just the slightest noise of shifting before another pained groan can be heard. It's a good sign, that he's somewhat conscious at least.

But the lingering pain wakes Sasuke up fully. And he's fucking lost.]


Where...

[His voice his hoarse and raw. He really shouldn't be speaking at all, considering the injury he received.]


[[ And because some people were asking... Hitsugaya froze and took Sasuke to Unohana's after his little Death Charge™ with Kyuubi. So, that's where he is right now. ]]
saucey: (サスケ » muttergrumble winter)
[The feed turns on as a cat jumps onto the night stand. Orange fur and tail can be seen before it jumps off of the nightstand and onto the bed, revealing Sasuke sitting up in bed, Akatsuki cloak on with a jacket over his shoulders. He glances over at the new weight on his bed before reaching over to gather Pumpkin in his arms, holding both her and Mouko in his lap. Shadow's laying across his feet, just lounging and playing with a ball of yarn Sasuke found somewhere.

He scratches behind one of Pumpkin's ears before glancing back out the window. It's dark, but the occasional snowflake still hits the window where it melts on contact. The PCD doesn't catch the scowl and glare he throws out the window - cursing the weather, no doubt - but it does catch the shiver that runs through him.

There's one slight huff as Sasuke turns back to face his cats, pulling the jacket over the cloak tighter before the feed turns off.]
saucey: (イタチ/サスケ » cling)
[Sasuke clicks on the video feed accidentally as he fails to reach for his water. He lets out a soft groan before turning onto his side and pushing himself up. There's bags under his eyes from lack of sufficient sleep, and his skin is still flushed from fever and covered with a veil of sweat. He glances up and reaches over to grab his glass of water from the side table after a brief pause.]

[A hand reaches out to stop Sasuke arm, wrapping it's fingers with Sasuke's as an other reaches out to dab a towel against his forehead. Itachi had been nearby and slowly moved to Sasuke's beside bringing the cup to his little brother's lips. His coat was off, his hair actually held in a high ponytail instead of the low one he always had, and he had several towels on his lap. He made sure to hold Sasuke up letting his brother go limp in his arms as he fed him his water.]

Rest on me.

not an ic cut; reeead it! )
saucey: (サスケ » suuuuuuuuuuuuun)
[The feed starts and shows Sasuke at an upward angle from the waist up. It's raining with a mixture of snow, and judging from the lack of duckbutt Sasuke's been out in this weather for quite a while. His cheeks and nose are red, but there's other discoloration on Sasuke's visible cheek - the right. It seems to be bruised somewhat.

Nothing can really be seen of his surroundings except the darkening gray sky, but if you track his coordinates or chakra you would be able to tell he's at the lake, just...staring at nothing.

He's dressed somewhat appropriate for the weather with the jacket Al had given him and a scarf he had managed to find amongst the mess in his room earlier this month. Off screen he's still wearing his ninja sandals, and his toes most likely match the color of his nose, too.

But he doesn't seem to care. Or even notice that his PCD is recording. Again.

The feed goes on in silence before it's broken by a sneeze from Sasuke. He reaches up with an ungloved hand to rub at his nose, and it's at that moment where he realizes...his nose is numb.]


...Right.

[He glances around for a moment before noticing his PCD on the ground close by. He doesn't have any reaction to it recording as he bends down to pick it up. In fact, his eyes are off completely.

The feed ends as he pockets the device.]
saucey: (サスケ » tch...)
[The feed turns on at the bump of the desk. What can immediately be seen is Sasuke's open closet on the other side of the room, near his bed. It's unusually empty. What else can be seen is a complete mess. The room's been torn apart looking for something.

Sasuke is kneeling down on his hands and knees, checking in the back of the closet for something. After a couple of minutes, he comes back out, looking somewhat panicked. He grabs the backpack sitting in front of the closet doors and zips it open, pouring out its contents.

Nothing.]


That's not... Where the hell did they go?

[He tosses the bag aside without a care. Unfortunately, the bag is thrown toward the desk, knocking the PCD out.]

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