mindfucx//internal imagery just went to sasuke peeling a bodysuit off a corpse like ‘it’s FOR FASHION’ which is definitely NOT how it went but
// second cousin kataro uchiha always wore the fiercest outfits and although the end was brutal… finally… the time came…
//“gimmie ur fuckin jumpsuit”
[[ lksjdlkf more like he’s just digging through closets the bigger he gets
like this set of shirts and shorts don’t fit him anymore so he has to put on a mask, gloves, and get himself a duster to break into a room he hasn’t touched in years and hope it was the room of a pre-teen uchiha who’s clothes were close enough and he can tailor them ]]
“………………………” Ino? Discuss something rationally? Was that a joke? Sounded like a joke.
She folded her arms over her chest, clearly retaining the attitude. “No.” That was the honest answer. “…It’s Sexy Strawberry, by the way. My lip balm.”
That was better. Quieter.
“It tasted alright.” Admittedly. Perhaps not the correct thing to say, but Itachi was never known for being socially tactful.
………..Ah. He’s staring. It’s not going to work, though. She’s not going to turn around because of that defeated look in his eyes. There was a point that she was pressing, and she’d be damned if she didn’t follow it through. …Whatever that point was.
“Stop that.”
That was at least quieter than she’d been moments ago.
He sighs, shutting his eyes briefly. One of his brows is twitching, a sure sign of a migraine.
“Can you please discuss this rationally.” Without the screaming. He was trying to not be so stubborn, himself.
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