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[Sasuke frowns in the mirror, turning right and left--looking at his stomach from every angle he can.
It's not that he's getting heavy--not really. But he's definitely noticed a marked increase in his appetite, and no matter how the running with Shisui is going, he can still tell he's gaining weight.
His stomach used to be flat as a board, each rib clearly defined when he raised his arms above his head. This is no longer the case; he tests the theory, and has to arch to the side to get his ribs to pop even a little.
He almost looks like a woman.
He pulls on Naruto's pilfered sweatshirt and sticks his head out the door of the bathroom, calling down the hall.]
Itachi? Where'd you put the scale?
It's not that he's getting heavy--not really. But he's definitely noticed a marked increase in his appetite, and no matter how the running with Shisui is going, he can still tell he's gaining weight.
His stomach used to be flat as a board, each rib clearly defined when he raised his arms above his head. This is no longer the case; he tests the theory, and has to arch to the side to get his ribs to pop even a little.
He almost looks like a woman.
He pulls on Naruto's pilfered sweatshirt and sticks his head out the door of the bathroom, calling down the hall.]
Itachi? Where'd you put the scale?