saucey: (サスケ » studying)
[This immediately starts to play as Sasuke messes with his PCD. There's a brief conversation between himself and Tyki as well, but he doesn't seem to mind it at all. He just wants the music.

Sasuke settles down on the floor next to the bed and just grabs a book to read. Gardening.]
saucey: (サスケ » do I smell a challenge?)
[The PCD is situated behind Sasuke, and from the vantage point one can tell that he's on a rooftop somewhere in the city, in one of the more populated areas, and is prepared with arsenal. In fact, he's in the middle of making another snowball.

He's got his red scarf wrapped around his neck, and it clashes with the shade of navy blue he's wearing, but. Hey, red's a good color too.

Something catches his eye, and that snowball he had been making? Now being tossed over and onto whoever it is.

Let's not forget he may or may not be cheating by using his Sharingan.]
saucey: (サスケ » the hell are you on?)
[It's more of an accident than anything that the PCD is turned on. The view shows at first Sasuke's hand pulling away with a roll of bandages, and then Sasuke's abdomen. It's partially scarred, mostly on the front. On his right side is an old snake tattoo, and he doesn't even seem to notice it. At first.

When he moves to start bandaging his abdomen, he starts off on the right side. It doesn't take long after that for him to actually, fucking finally notice that there's something
different on him.

Like a tattoo. Which he just
stares at. There is absolutely no recognition from him what-so-ever.]

... What the hell is that? Oi, Toushirou! I thought you were into dragons!

[Obviously teasing as he calls over his shoulder. Ah, and then he finally notices the PCD is on again. But instead of picking it up and turning it off, he just says:]

Guess I found my price.

[Then he turns it off.]
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. )

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