[Blue sighs, smirking briefly before his expression returns to its thoughtful neutral state.]
The me that is right here and now, yes. [but whomever that boy was before the machine went into his mind? he's lost forever. it's weird to not know who to mourn, but knowing there was someone there before. Jomy has that sadness, knowing who he was before awakening. Blue doesn't envy it, not really...yet even so, a mind has to wonder.
he almost eases back into the seat, but...] I'll let you rest, now. [he pushes himself up to his feet.] Thank you...for spending a little of your time with me.
（ at the implication that he should even remotely be resting, itachi shakes his head faintly and uncrosses his legs, putting his feet on the floor at his bedside before levering himself elegantly upwards. for all that he looks fatigued, there is none of it present or evident in how he stands. ）
I will return the dishes to the kitchen.
（ it is only fair, after all, since blue went to the trouble of bringing him the food in the first place. ）
[Blue tilts his head, giving him a questioning look. well, if he wants to, he can't really refuse him, can he? and he'd be faster about it all the same.]
Thank you. I can at least...follow part of the way. [up to his own room, that is.]
（ although his hair is still a disaster. itachi may not be vain in the traditional sense, but he does have a certain preference for appearing kempt that is tied in with his perception of weakness. he undoes the loose tail he'd put it in for eating's sake, and then redoes it into a messy bun that at least looks deliberately and artfully messy. then he picks up the tray, and gestures for blue to precede him out the door. his guard is not low enough around the rest of ximilia for him to willingly not use the sharingan, so the red of his eyes is back in place the moment they step outside. ）
[so it goes: two quiet, terminal weirdos making their way down the dormitory corridor. Blue keeps his hand on the wall, intermittently lifting it away so as to not jostle anyone's door, slowing to stop before the one he recognizes as his own.
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The me that is right here and now, yes. [but whomever that boy was before the machine went into his mind? he's lost forever. it's weird to not know who to mourn, but knowing there was someone there before. Jomy has that sadness, knowing who he was before awakening. Blue doesn't envy it, not really...yet even so, a mind has to wonder.
he almost eases back into the seat, but...] I'll let you rest, now. [he pushes himself up to his feet.] Thank you...for spending a little of your time with me.
sad ninja nonsense has a limit
I will return the dishes to the kitchen.
（ it is only fair, after all, since blue went to the trouble of bringing him the food in the first place. ）
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Thank you. I can at least...follow part of the way. [up to his own room, that is.]
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（ although his hair is still a disaster. itachi may not be vain in the traditional sense, but he does have a certain preference for appearing kempt that is tied in with his perception of weakness. he undoes the loose tail he'd put it in for eating's sake, and then redoes it into a messy bun that at least looks deliberately and artfully messy. then he picks up the tray, and gestures for blue to precede him out the door. his guard is not low enough around the rest of ximilia for him to willingly not use the sharingan, so the red of his eyes is back in place the moment they step outside. ）
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he nods to Itachi with a soft smile.]
Rest well, Itachi. Let's talk later.
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（ mysterious that blue is the only person on the station besides shikamaru he doesn't address with some sort of honourific.
#curious. ）