[ 'very well.' maybe he used up the whole of his allotted emotional expression for the day when she tackled him. at this point, nothing can shock her.
jokes aside, she can sense she's reaching the end of her visit (if she hasn't overstayed her welcome already.) wordlessly, she hands off the blobfish— ] Back where you found it. [ —and watches for a moment to make sure the symbiote does as told. it returns to her in the form of a black ribbon, which wraps around her arm and sinks through her sleeve, leaving no sign of itself.
rising off the floor, she moves toward the door before swiveling on her heel and returning to the table and their abandoned tea. ]
This is really good, [ she explains apologetically.
by this point, the tea has cooled so she polishes off what is left and leaves the cup on the table.
at the door, she pauses. ]
I hope you recover quickly. [ she doesn't say she's sorry again, but it's obvious in her tone. her smile is a tiny, tremulous thing, here and gone. ] See you around, Itachi.
๏ผ he does not know how he finds his voice, only that he does. ๏ผ
The person I spoke of. The one I failed to trust. His name is Sasuke.
๏ผ he has not spoken it aloud once, in all his time here. yet, he has nothing else of himself that is worth giving to her but that, the best and brightest part of him, the only thing not lost to the fire. ๏ผ
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jokes aside, she can sense she's reaching the end of her visit (if she hasn't overstayed her welcome already.) wordlessly, she hands off the blobfish— ] Back where you found it. [ —and watches for a moment to make sure the symbiote does as told. it returns to her in the form of a black ribbon, which wraps around her arm and sinks through her sleeve, leaving no sign of itself.
rising off the floor, she moves toward the door before swiveling on her heel and returning to the table and their abandoned tea. ]
This is really good, [ she explains apologetically.
by this point, the tea has cooled so she polishes off what is left and leaves the cup on the table.
at the door, she pauses. ]
I hope you recover quickly. [ she doesn't say she's sorry again, but it's obvious in her tone. her smile is a tiny, tremulous thing, here and gone. ] See you around, Itachi.
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๏ผ he does not know how he finds his voice, only that he does. ๏ผ
The person I spoke of. The one I failed to trust. His name is Sasuke.
๏ผ he has not spoken it aloud once, in all his time here. yet, he has nothing else of himself that is worth giving to her but that, the best and brightest part of him, the only thing not lost to the fire. ๏ผ
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He must be remarkable.
[ her hand lifts in a little wave, and she steps through the door. it slides shut behind her. ]