gaze finds the ones of his brother at call, flickering of fire not remotely enough to muffle one's anxiousness. it was loud, the way he grabs kunai tighter and adam apple bobs. appendages flexing at force,
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silhouette now seated across the fire.⠀ ⠀still roughened by sleep、⠀breaking nocturnal hush as he spoke.⠀ ⠀“𝑠𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑒.”
one that shouldn't be used to handle such a small round of wood. to be acknowledged is to be torn torn in several pieces, over and over again. exposed raw. “ what? ”
firewood is placed a few steps afar from dozing frame, sasuke sparing the man a glance before quietly setting campfire aflame. it is cold, despite attempts in keeping them warm enough.
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“ kazekage, ” sasuke interrupts, tone stern, but lower. spare the man some respect. palm rests upon hilt of sword out of habit. “ you understand i cannot sit and watch, there is no reason for me to be out of this. ”
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a gush of wind as sasuke enters her office in a rather ... interesting way. boots heavy upon flooring. gaze gentle as mismatched eyes scans through vicinity first, before heaving a step ahead,
spine straight against tree, lids shut as he hums absentmindedly. it is one of those days where he feels like pulling his heart out. throat burns.





















