“So you better watch your step,” he points out, giving his brother a pointed look,” a shinobi tripping is the definition of uncool Itachi,” Sasuke adds.
“A shinobi who loses his balance leaves an opening an enemy may use to their advantage.” Yes, that is good advice, even if they were safe inside the village.
“Find something you like to do.” Sasuke states like it’s obvious. He takes a bit of his waffleand thinks over how to help his brother.
“You can always just relax. Read or something,” he adds after he swallows. He reaches for his green tea and takes a careful sip. Peering over at his brother cup he gets up and grabs the kettle.
“I much prefer the work.” It is obvious by now… lying about it would not help, as many things as he hides. His desire to work out weighed anything else, and it had been like that since he graduated from the Academy.
Itachi gets a few more neat bites in before he’s also sipping from his tea (loaded with sugar, as is everything else.)
Sasuke sets down the can. He looks at the waffle, his eyes narrow. Right. It’s more whip cream than actual waffle. How does his aniki eat that shit?
“You’re welcome,” he grumbles back, still a little unsettled at the amount.
“Want fruit on it, or…” Are you just going to eat it like that? He pushes the small bowls of strawberries, bananas, and blueberries toward him. A little push.
“Fruit will be fine.” It is, after all, a good way to add more sugar to his breakfast. He prefers strawberries and bananas over anything else, though, using the blueberries sparingly. They’re not as sweet. It’s such a colorful breakfast.
“Is that enough,” Sasuke asks,holding the can of whip cream over his brother’s waffle. It was decided long ago that Itachi can’t have whip cream rights because by the time he’s done there’s none left.
It isn’t cheating if he waits until the breakfast is more whipped cream than it is waffle, no? After all, he isn’t the one pouring all of this out. Sasuke is. And Sasuke, dear, precious little brother that he is, is asking him how much he wants.
He can barely see the waffle.
“Yes. Thank you, Sasuke.” His hum might be sweeter than the breakfast itself.
6. do you have ideal writing circumstances when you can do a lot of drafts or tackle really long ones very easily?
[[I seem to be hit and miss, really. It depends if I’m really feeling the thread(s) at the moment. Once I am writing a thread I can reply in under a minute, tops. Lady can attest to this. I type extremely fast. If I’m not really feeling it I won’t even start typing and then I can take days/weeks. For some reason I can’t listen to music anymore while I write, I get really choppy.
Long ones don’t bother me, though. It’s all about whether I’ve set my hands to the keyboard yet. ]]
18. what’s your inbox count currently? what did you do to get it so high/low?
[[ ;_;
This is because this blog has been active for 5 years and there was a period where countless people asked me for info on meta/scenarios/what ifs, etc. I’d still like to go back and tackle these one day that the series is over so my answers aren’t purely guessing, though. ]]
24. what’s your thought process when you format? any unspoken rules you follow?
[[ Legibility. That’s it. I’m never gonna be that person that does overly fancy formatting. I can just tell where I need a page-break depending on the flow of the text. What’s happening, who’s talking, will it be a dramatic pause if I stop the text here–
and continue here? So on. And I don’t spam bold/italics. I’m allergic to small text. Overall I want people to be able to read my text without having to do anything extra on their part. ]]
He catches sight of Itachi biting his lip, his gut tightens. Damn it…he sighs and reaches out and ruffles brother’s hair.
“Interesting choice,” Sasuke says, thoughtful as he considers the suggestion. Practicing their swordsmanship, it’s been a while.
He nods in agreement and follows Itachi out.
He slides his door closed and slips his hands in pockets.
“Why kenjutsu?” They make their way to front entrance after picking up their training materials. Sasuke takes a seat to slip on his sandals.
Sasuke will see, soon.
His little burst of guilt has come and gone, and excitement takes its place again as he hurries ahead to the front door. Nothing but a grin on his face, he presents Sasuke with a brand new training sword, still in its bundle.
“Because of this.” And then he’s setting it right back down again, sitting down on his butt to get his shoes on.
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