[Closed] Salvation holdout central
Who: Sasori (eternalscorpion) and Itachi (prodigal_liar)
Where: Sasori's apartment
Format: Paragraph
When: Soon after Itachi's reappearance in Anatole
What: Itachi returns to find Sasori's coping mechanisms are less than healthy.
Warnings: angst, drunkenness, possible dorkitude
A scowl was directed at the empty seat across from Sasori when he clinked his glass back down on the table. His scowl deepened at the sight of the empty, untouched glass that sat before that seat. Force of habit had made him set a second glass out, even if the inconsiderate bastard who was supposed to be using it had disappeared.
Sasori always had been a bit of a creature of habit, and this particular one, unwinding every so often with a bottle of sake and Itachi, had become particularly welcome over their time together as roommates. So much so that he was maintaining it now, even if it wasn't even close to being as entertaining drinking by himself rather than drinking with Itachi. The elder Uchiha brother could be a surprisingly amusing conversationalist when it suited him, and things just hadn't been the same without him around.
With no one to drain the glass on the other side of the table, Sasori had taken to refilling his own, again and again. His mood grew ever darker as he gradually drained more of the bottle, his irritability growing in lockstep with his inebriation.
Fed up with the concept of remaining upright, he rested his head on the table and glowered at that achingly empty seat across from him. Just when he'd gotten accustomed to Itachi's presence, he'd been abandoned once again.
"Bastard," he muttered, closing his eyes briefly. "Left me like everyone else."
Where: Sasori's apartment
Format: Paragraph
When: Soon after Itachi's reappearance in Anatole
What: Itachi returns to find Sasori's coping mechanisms are less than healthy.
Warnings: angst, drunkenness, possible dorkitude
A scowl was directed at the empty seat across from Sasori when he clinked his glass back down on the table. His scowl deepened at the sight of the empty, untouched glass that sat before that seat. Force of habit had made him set a second glass out, even if the inconsiderate bastard who was supposed to be using it had disappeared.
Sasori always had been a bit of a creature of habit, and this particular one, unwinding every so often with a bottle of sake and Itachi, had become particularly welcome over their time together as roommates. So much so that he was maintaining it now, even if it wasn't even close to being as entertaining drinking by himself rather than drinking with Itachi. The elder Uchiha brother could be a surprisingly amusing conversationalist when it suited him, and things just hadn't been the same without him around.
With no one to drain the glass on the other side of the table, Sasori had taken to refilling his own, again and again. His mood grew ever darker as he gradually drained more of the bottle, his irritability growing in lockstep with his inebriation.
Fed up with the concept of remaining upright, he rested his head on the table and glowered at that achingly empty seat across from him. Just when he'd gotten accustomed to Itachi's presence, he'd been abandoned once again.
"Bastard," he muttered, closing his eyes briefly. "Left me like everyone else."