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Characters: Sasuke & Saralegui
Location: starts at their Apartment, heads over to the Northern Lights Restaurant
Rating: god only knows with these two. lets go with PG.
Time: December 4, dinnertime
Description: Sara's been houseridden, and Sasuke is restless and nobody wants to cook.
If Sasuke were to say he didn't know precisely what was making him restless, it would only be a half truth. But it itched in the back of his mind, had only been prodded when he'd run into Riku the day before, and nothing was alleviating it. The only mission he had lined up in the near future was one with Takasugi, and he didn't even have a partner for that yet. Before, when they'd decided to go, Saralegui had been well. Now he had a broken collarbone, and it brought a frown to Sasuke's face everytime he caught glance of the king moving around the apartment with one hand. Every wince that flickered across his face that stirred an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Sasuke's stomach.
He'd done his round, and was taking a break when he'd decided it on the way home. A waft of simmering food from the street corner he passed that made him realize he couldn't remember the last time he ate- something that wasn't all that unusual. So when he climbed to the shared apartment, he stepped into the wide open space and glanced into both living rooms. There was no sign of Yuuri, and his bodyguard had since left, making the space they'd created seem almost yawning at times. But that didn't matter. He was looking for the blond and it was his only goal in the moment.
Location: starts at their Apartment, heads over to the Northern Lights Restaurant
Rating: god only knows with these two. lets go with PG.
Time: December 4, dinnertime
Description: Sara's been houseridden, and Sasuke is restless and nobody wants to cook.
If Sasuke were to say he didn't know precisely what was making him restless, it would only be a half truth. But it itched in the back of his mind, had only been prodded when he'd run into Riku the day before, and nothing was alleviating it. The only mission he had lined up in the near future was one with Takasugi, and he didn't even have a partner for that yet. Before, when they'd decided to go, Saralegui had been well. Now he had a broken collarbone, and it brought a frown to Sasuke's face everytime he caught glance of the king moving around the apartment with one hand. Every wince that flickered across his face that stirred an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of Sasuke's stomach.
He'd done his round, and was taking a break when he'd decided it on the way home. A waft of simmering food from the street corner he passed that made him realize he couldn't remember the last time he ate- something that wasn't all that unusual. So when he climbed to the shared apartment, he stepped into the wide open space and glanced into both living rooms. There was no sign of Yuuri, and his bodyguard had since left, making the space they'd created seem almost yawning at times. But that didn't matter. He was looking for the blond and it was his only goal in the moment.