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[OOC: Bah. I'd give anything for your freedom. And the shortness is hawt.]
Sasuke's none-too-enthused attention observed Gaara absently, the near-lone survivor of the Uchiha clan rather far away within his thoughts. His capture was fairly demeaning, and to be tugged along behind an over-grown, spoiled brat as no more encouraging to his hurt ego. Thus, he discovered himself burning a subconscious glare into the handsome crimson locks of Gaara's head, well aware that the coming events would be no more promising than the previous.
Stationed within the bland office, though not necessarily expecting a broad decorative domain belonging to the Kazekage, the dark tress youth idly averted his gaze elsewhere... Only to notice the returned concentration from a new company. Regarding said falcon with the same attentiveness as he had portrayed to the higher up of Suna, the male only chanced a glance toward the mentioned red-head upon hearing him speak.
As though he didn't speak enough.
Rather agitated, he witnessed the falcon's leave, not bothering to catch its name; it was the latter cited that caused some minor alarm. Expression clearly displaying the disapproval of the new situation, Sasuke made to mask the erupting emotion, instead reflecting a casual brood. Thus, welcoming already provided, he scoffed in slight and once more gazed elsewhere.
"Somehow, I don't feel welcomed," he murmured in response, though at least free of his recent bindings. Rubbing his arm in given irritation, he scowled in his general manner, only to cast the exaggeratedly-titled boy a side-long glance. "And I doubt you'll let me walk out of here without trouble. Just what I need. Another nuisance."
Turning from the Kazekage, Sasuke mulled his available options; Given with the closed doors, it didn't seem Gaara was going to provide him with a straight route out of the village. But becoming angry wouldn't benefit him, either... He wasn't sure of what Gaara was capable of these days, and from previous experience, rushing into a battle without prior knowledge was rather reckless.
And reckless was more of a Naruto trait. Henceforth, taken to a bland expression, he surveyed the area, hardly impressed by the scenery. Not that there was much to see.
"...Quaint."
Sasuke's none-too-enthused attention observed Gaara absently, the near-lone survivor of the Uchiha clan rather far away within his thoughts. His capture was fairly demeaning, and to be tugged along behind an over-grown, spoiled brat as no more encouraging to his hurt ego. Thus, he discovered himself burning a subconscious glare into the handsome crimson locks of Gaara's head, well aware that the coming events would be no more promising than the previous.
Stationed within the bland office, though not necessarily expecting a broad decorative domain belonging to the Kazekage, the dark tress youth idly averted his gaze elsewhere... Only to notice the returned concentration from a new company. Regarding said falcon with the same attentiveness as he had portrayed to the higher up of Suna, the male only chanced a glance toward the mentioned red-head upon hearing him speak.
As though he didn't speak enough.
Rather agitated, he witnessed the falcon's leave, not bothering to catch its name; it was the latter cited that caused some minor alarm. Expression clearly displaying the disapproval of the new situation, Sasuke made to mask the erupting emotion, instead reflecting a casual brood. Thus, welcoming already provided, he scoffed in slight and once more gazed elsewhere.
"Somehow, I don't feel welcomed," he murmured in response, though at least free of his recent bindings. Rubbing his arm in given irritation, he scowled in his general manner, only to cast the exaggeratedly-titled boy a side-long glance. "And I doubt you'll let me walk out of here without trouble. Just what I need. Another nuisance."
Turning from the Kazekage, Sasuke mulled his available options; Given with the closed doors, it didn't seem Gaara was going to provide him with a straight route out of the village. But becoming angry wouldn't benefit him, either... He wasn't sure of what Gaara was capable of these days, and from previous experience, rushing into a battle without prior knowledge was rather reckless.
And reckless was more of a Naruto trait. Henceforth, taken to a bland expression, he surveyed the area, hardly impressed by the scenery. Not that there was much to see.
"...Quaint."