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[dubiousdoings]

Who: Clive and, if they want, his roomies
Where: Anyone in Horton 306-7
When: Today; Early morning and throughout the day (separate threads each, i s'pose?)
Rating: PG
Summary: Flora's finally moved back in, and Clive's caused quite a stir the last two weeks.
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[lastofthelegacy]

Sasuke's just doing what he does every day, on the other hand. Recent events, exciting or not, weren't about to keep him from doing a series of one-handed push-ups right in the middle of the living room. Normally he'd keep to his own room but he has his own reasons for wanting to observe the others today.

He looks to Clive mid push-up, seeming unfazed despite being perhaps a bit scuffed from his little fight the previous day.

"... Lunch and dinner?" He utilizes a few of the English words he's managed to pick up so far in order to initiate conversation, wanting to know if he had to cook again.

[dubiousdoings]

"I can." He's been watching for some time now, thinking to himself. "Probably something Flora wants," he mutters this to himself.

[lastofthelegacy]

He understands the first two words without much difficulty, the latter phrase too complex altogether. Still, he can clearly hear Flora's name.

"Flora... here, again?" Her name still sounds accented coming from him.

[dubiousdoings]

"Yes!" He smiles, and nods, all helping Sasuke. A moment, he has to think about it. He needed to explain to him where she was...

"She is sleeping," he responds, tucking his hands under his head and closing his eyes. He's a wonderful actor, look at him sleep while standing.

[lastofthelegacy]

"... 'Sleeping', was it?" He has trouble with the "sl" sound, clearly, as it came out more like "suri". "Neru," he offers back, giving him the casual Japanese term.

Finally he actually stands, taking a moment to look Clive over from head to toe.

[dubiousdoings]

Raises eyebrow. Stop checking me out, bro.

you wish

[lastofthelegacy]

He pauses for a moment or two, unable to express his thoughts with the pathetic amount of English he's learned. Instead he snatches up his communicator from where it was resting.

He types as quickly as he can: "You had trouble with subduing one person. You're weak."

i do actually 8/

[dubiousdoings]

Wooowwww rude.

Clive pops out his communicator and reads that unjust message and puffs. "I'd like to see you subdue his rowdy butt;" spoken of course, as he types out his message.

I never said I was strong in the first place.

you want sasuke to check clive out

[lastofthelegacy]

He doesn't really need to know English to know that whatever Clive said was... well, disapproving of his summation.

Typing again: "I fought that guy for you yesterday. You should learn to fight for yourself too."

sure why not

[dubiousdoings]

I'm a thinker not a fighter.

Yes, you can call him out for being a lover.

i never knew

[lastofthelegacy]

Yeah, he would if "lover" was in his list of go-to vocabulary.

"Thinkers make the best fighters. You should train your body too."

/rainbow hands

[dubiousdoings]

...

Clive sets his communicator down and pretends to ignore the statement. Just ask again.

somehow i don't think clive would approve

[lastofthelegacy]

Sasuke's better with nonverbal communication, however, and he's not exactly feeling entirely like himself right now. After even just a few days cooped up in here he's starting to feel the effects, especially after the fight yesterday.

So he's just going to walk closer and rest a handle firmly on Clive's shoulder to get his attention, curling his other hand into a fist and bringing it up to show that yes, he really is intent on this. His eyes still show the same indifference, however.

He actually steps back, then, bringing both arms up in a cross block and nodding once. Yes, Clive, he wants to see how hard you can hit his arms.

he'd probably just get an ego boost, actually

[dubiousdoings]

Staring...

"No. I will not hit you."

it's not worth it, clive

[lastofthelegacy]

He's just going to keep eyeing you.

Coward.

risks to be had

[dubiousdoings]

"...Ughhhhh."

He scratches his nose, not sure if he wants to. He knows he's not strong, but he never needed brute strength. Limber was all that mattered, he thought. He loosens his tie yes he wears a tie regularly and sighs a moment.

"I can't promise you'll be impressed," he responds automatically.

And you won't be, obviously. He's pretty frail, and that punch you just got? Totally shows for it.