[video]
[The video flicks on, and Kaito is there looking curious.]
Has anyone been able to locate a news archive? A single newspaper could be useful too. Or are those missing along with anything else that's remotely useful?
[There's a lot of empty ammunition boxes out there, man. His line of thought is interrupted, however, when Kaito notices that something is amiss. There used to be footsteps behind him. He glances over his shoulder, just to make sure he hadn't lost his shadow.]
[It's the lighting that seems to make it look all the worse. More of a wash out than would be expected under such a glare, pale skin paler as Sasuke places a hand to the wall of one those abandoned shops and stops completely. Head bowed slightly, he looks out at the path ahead of him, lips pulling downward. Clearly unhappy about something, though the tightness about his mouth suggests no talk on that matter is forthcoming.
Instead, fingertips curl in against the bricks and a quick glance is thrown at his reflection in the window. ]
Tch. . .
[Kaito comes to an eventual stop and frowns, obviously ready to say something.]
What? Should I slow down?
[Eyes narrow as they fix on Kaito's figure. Already it has Sasuke pushing himself up, away from that wall. Another step taken forward, but no more than that.]
I don't need you to do anything.
[Just a lifted brow at that. Who was it exactly that nursed Sasuke back to the land of the living after that whole poisoned-cuffs episode? But sometimes it was easier to go along with him than not... Not that ever it makes a difference.]
You were more honest when you were sick.
[That glare now takes on a fine-pointed edge, death-inducing really. Sasuke lets loose a rough huff and turns back to the path they had been taking. Another step, fingers curling in tight against his palm.]
If that's all you're looking for, find someone else.
[A glare that has lost its effectiveness on a certain person. Welp, his back. A familiar sight. That's probably good, because Sasuke can't see the look that Kaito directs at him: "Oh really?"]
So that I can find you curled up and dead in a corner later because you think you never need help? [Ha.] No.
[Sasuke's back stiffens at that immediately. Fingers unfurl. A breath is release, and with its departure, he turns to level Kaito with fully flattened stare. Him. . .dead? Just who the hell did you think he was, Kaito?
Without another word, merely a soft tch, Sasuke begins walking once more. No more time wasted on Kaito's concern or the vestiges of illness.]
[And that's how you score. Kaito, 1. Sasuke, 0.
Sasuke ambiguous as always when defeated, that Kaito can't help the smallest grin. Typical. That's when he belatedly realizes that his phone is still recording.
He cuts the feed short at that.]
Has anyone been able to locate a news archive? A single newspaper could be useful too. Or are those missing along with anything else that's remotely useful?
[There's a lot of empty ammunition boxes out there, man. His line of thought is interrupted, however, when Kaito notices that something is amiss. There used to be footsteps behind him. He glances over his shoulder, just to make sure he hadn't lost his shadow.]
[It's the lighting that seems to make it look all the worse. More of a wash out than would be expected under such a glare, pale skin paler as Sasuke places a hand to the wall of one those abandoned shops and stops completely. Head bowed slightly, he looks out at the path ahead of him, lips pulling downward. Clearly unhappy about something, though the tightness about his mouth suggests no talk on that matter is forthcoming.
Instead, fingertips curl in against the bricks and a quick glance is thrown at his reflection in the window. ]
Tch. . .
[Kaito comes to an eventual stop and frowns, obviously ready to say something.]
What? Should I slow down?
[Eyes narrow as they fix on Kaito's figure. Already it has Sasuke pushing himself up, away from that wall. Another step taken forward, but no more than that.]
I don't need you to do anything.
[Just a lifted brow at that. Who was it exactly that nursed Sasuke back to the land of the living after that whole poisoned-cuffs episode? But sometimes it was easier to go along with him than not... Not that ever it makes a difference.]
You were more honest when you were sick.
[That glare now takes on a fine-pointed edge, death-inducing really. Sasuke lets loose a rough huff and turns back to the path they had been taking. Another step, fingers curling in tight against his palm.]
If that's all you're looking for, find someone else.
[A glare that has lost its effectiveness on a certain person. Welp, his back. A familiar sight. That's probably good, because Sasuke can't see the look that Kaito directs at him: "Oh really?"]
So that I can find you curled up and dead in a corner later because you think you never need help? [Ha.] No.
[Sasuke's back stiffens at that immediately. Fingers unfurl. A breath is release, and with its departure, he turns to level Kaito with fully flattened stare. Him. . .dead? Just who the hell did you think he was, Kaito?
Without another word, merely a soft tch, Sasuke begins walking once more. No more time wasted on Kaito's concern or the vestiges of illness.]
[And that's how you score. Kaito, 1. Sasuke, 0.
Sasuke ambiguous as always when defeated, that Kaito can't help the smallest grin. Typical. That's when he belatedly realizes that his phone is still recording.
He cuts the feed short at that.]