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[personal profile] moralmyopia 2019-03-11 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I...

[He looks away, confused, as if he isn't sure he knows. Or maybe... he knows too well. He knows very well why. He just doesn't want to think about it, he doesn't want to accept that reason because he tried to give it up to get things done.]

Usuratonkachi...

[That damn fool. He thought, coming here, he'd escape someone like that, like Naruto. Surely there can only be one idiot with a never-ending spirit.]

He's such a damn nuisance. I don't... understand why he won't just... give up. I tried... After everything I've done. Just like... all the idiots here...
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[personal profile] moralmyopia 2019-03-11 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[HE'S BEING DRAGGED WHY.

The glare he gives Merriment lacks most of the heat he's capable of offering. It is weird. It's extremely weird. It's weird, and Sasuke hates it.]


He's wasting time! He's wasting... He was the one who wanted to become Hokage. He's wasting time he could be trying to become Hokage by getting in my way. [Sasuke Uchiha held Naruto back this whole time.] Just like the others here.

The time they could spend trying to figure out how to help the rest of you, they're wasting it on bothering me!
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[personal profile] moralmyopia 2019-03-11 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[YES. Which he shows by huffing sharply, but quietly under his breath and turning around, almost like he's leaving. But he doesn't move away from the table, instead balling a fist and setting it on the polished edge.

He hangs his head a moment.]


Getting in my way... just means they'll get hurt.
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[personal profile] moralmyopia 2019-03-12 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[The fist tightens before drawing away, his arm falling back by his side.]

That doesn't matter.

[Which is to say YES.]
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[personal profile] moralmyopia 2019-03-12 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[If he can finally get his fingers out of his ears long enough.]

Maybe. [He doesn't quite look back over his shoulder.] Next time, we'll finish the game.