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[LOG] Mmm, mm, interrogation. ♥

Dec 03, 2008 07:13

Who: Sakura and Sasuke.
What: A little forceful catching up over coffee~ When is Sakura not forceful? ;w;
Where: Baroque, a cafe near campus.
When: November 23rd

( -and everything just seemed so... )

old, sakura

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violent_pulse December 3 2008, 15:11:52 UTC

And there was Sakura, sitting at a table, a cup of warm hot chocolate already in her hands. It seemed like just yesterday--actually, it had been just yesterday!--that she'd fought Naruto in the snow before coming here. Just yesterday that she'd decided enough was enough, and got tired of hiding from the past, or not comfronting it. Especially when it was right there in front of them. Enough was enough, and this talk had been long coming.

She saw Sasuke step inside, and waved at him to come over.

(They were 5 and chubby and climbing trees and laughing, and he was always so intent on looking manly and grown-up, which only made him pout more often.)

She took a gulp of her beverage, stilling her nerves.

paints_it_black December 5 2008, 03:21:43 UTC

Spotting that waving hand, Sasuke made a little noise and tugged his scarf from being wrapped around his neck as he made his way over, nodding a little at the young woman before peering a little at the steaming cup she was sipping from.

"I thought I was supposed to buy your drink." He smirked, though the quirk of his lip didn't last long as he sat across from Sakura, trying not to shiver from the cold that clung to his clothes.

violent_pulse December 5 2008, 03:25:19 UTC

"You did, I just asked for it before you got here," she replied, waiting for him to settle down. "You'd better get one yourself, Sasuke. We've to talk."

paints_it_black December 7 2008, 14:43:44 UTC

"Ah-" Sasuke paused mid-nod, casting the girl an odd glance before finishing the removal of his scarf, dropping it into his seat before heading up to get a drink for himself. What Sakura had in mind to talk about, he had no idea, but the young woman was still painfully familiar to him. He had his guesses, but it had been a long ten years.

Once he was back in his seat, foaming latte in his hands, he lifted his eyes to Sakura, raising his brows just slightly and waiting for her to begin.

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