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[lavenderglasses]

[the communicator is already in Saralegui's hands, still in use from the situation over in this post. behind him, the door slams open with a crack strong enough to rattle the walls, and the sound startles the blond enough that he fumbles the communicator. the text post button is hit at first, and for a moment all the network gets is a string of

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voice; private

[ninetailedderp]

-Oi. Sara.

voice; private

[lavenderglasses]

[The reply doesn't come until about five minutes later, once he's caught his breath and calmed down a little.]

What do you want?

voice; private

[ninetailedderp]

I'm bringing you some medicine. And some ice. [ the words aren't malicious, but they aren't sympathetic either. -for the tone of his voice however, it's the familiarity used between himself and sasuke- suddenly, or maybe not so suddenly, extended to the king himself. ]

The door's unlocked, right?

voice; private

[lavenderglasses]

[oh god, how badly does he want to just say he doesn't need it? not like it's gonna make that much difference with sasuke at this point.

there's a soft release of breath, and a moment later:]

I don't know what kind of medicine you've got that can fix this.

[not answering about the door thing, but. well, he didn't say not to come either.]

voice; private

[ninetailedderp]

It'll work for awhile.
[ it's a short lapse of silence before he replies again. the feed having been clicked off for a few minutes, before switched back on. when he speaks again however, his voice is different. the sort of echo one would expect to hear when listening to the same conversation in two places- wait a minute. maybe that's because- ]

-Hey, open up already. My arms're full.

voice; private >> action

[lavenderglasses]

[there's a pause while he just stares at the door for a moment, as if decided whether it was worth it to let him in, then a soft sigh and some shuffling before the communicator is flicked off. after a few seconds, he opens the door and wordlessly eyes the blond boy standing there.]

[ninetailedderp]

[ oh who're you kidding sara. we both know you were always going to come to the door. that's why naruto's standing there with some ramen, tea, and a bottle of sake in his arms. because everyone could use a good meal- and, well. itachi's always used the latter when things looked kindof rough.

naruto walks past him regardless, and moves around the apartment with ease. rummaging through a cabinet for a set of glasses, and pulling down a pot to boil water. ]

'Re you still sore?

[lavenderglasses]

[He doesn't try to stop the boy, but he doesn't follow him either, instead just watching him for a minute or so, skeptical.]

...Why are you bothering with all this?

[ninetailedderp]

Because you screwed up'ttebayo.

[ well. he certainly doesn't flinch from the accusation. naruto focuses instead on cooking that ramen he's brought over. because he's never had sake, and everything itachi's told him about tea makes him sound like some preparation barbarian. ]

[lavenderglasses]

Wha...that's not what I meant.

[scowling, and closing the door behind him if only to avoid any more unnecessarily public scenes.]

[ninetailedderp]

[ the words likely won't mean anything to sara- or if they do, they'll be all the wrong things- but even as naruto's shoulder soften, and his gaze falls to the noodles- strands breaking apart in the scalding water, his voice softens. because it isn't in him to give up. ]

Because I want you to apologize to Sasuke.
And because I want you to be able to resonate again.

-And because I wanted to make sure you were okay.

[lavenderglasses]

[He stills for a moment at that confession, and his pause is just a little too long to not sound strange, but he picks himself up again and continues on flawlessly otherwise.]

It's got nothing to do with you.

[ninetailedderp]

[ naruto. socially handicapped as he is, does not notice. but he does however, turn a bright, genuine smile back over his shoulder. ]

You're my friends'ttebayo.

[lavenderglasses]

[sara just blinks at that, and for a moment looks like he doesn't even know what to do with the statement. but then he presses a palm to his forhead and turns away, moving back to the couch.]

You're honestly as bad as Yuuri...

[and collapsing back onto the cushions. moving hurts.]

[ninetailedderp]

Sasuke...

Sasuke's used to people manipulating him. So that's why he's mad.

[ the physical distance between them probably makes things easier, and even while naruto keeps to his post- stirring ingredients into the pot, his voice carries with ease. an intimate tone he hasn't before shared with the king, but unabashedly embraces now. ]

Even if you were trying to do something good, you weren't honest. So, if you don't apologize, then- then you'll probably end up like Itachi.

[lavenderglasses]

I have a distinct feeling that getting close enough to apologize would only get me hit again.

[His voice sounds slightly muffled, most likely by the throw pillow he's holding over his head.]