deadpan was written all over his features, his rinnegan locked onto the stranger before him. ' sneak up on me again, && you won't get off as easily. who are you? '

get a job.

i'm grateful that i don't have to put you under a genjutsu for you to be delusional.

ooc; time to start hunting for sasuke panels/icons!

view must be nice from your glass house.

. . . i will see you later rather than sooner, lee. bye.

he's taking a nap on the tl . . with a small kitty on his lap. he's peaceful.

then she should stop it.

stop being in a mood. do something productive. . . . like help him pick a cat to adopt. it's serious business.

ooc; i love this idea of saauke being this absolute dogshit asshole whenever he's woken up dude blew up a good portion of orochimaru's hideout JUST because sai woke him up from his nappie

he's trying to learn how to cook. . . . it's harder than it looks.

' helping someone how to cook is no small task, ' squinting a little, questioning the stranger's eagerness. ' what's the catch? '

deadpan expression is unwavering, bento box still extended towards the stranger. ' i don't care what you claim me as. shut up && eat. '

grabbing a pair of chopsticks, a despondent pout forms on his features, & he, on top of it, puffs a sigh. things are never as easy as he knows they could be. ' fine. start eating. ' he helped himself to one of the rice balls.

ooc; build some chemistry with sasuke, please and thank you.

another sleepless night - more bags under his eyes.

he's sneezing - training in the rain is not good for him.