[Hey, don't blame Sakura for enjoying this class. There weren't a lot of professors that appreciated her talent at ...anything, really. And this one seemed to. And she was good at it.
If she weren't so in love with medicine, she'd fall in love with art.
The canvas set, charcoal in hand, she stares at the whiteness in front of her, and shifts on the stool. This is the one disadvantage of this class.
Of course she wants to help him out, and everything--best friends do that--but Ino always said: Once you see your best friend naked, shit changes.
No, I can keep it cool.
She lifts her eyes when he's taken off his chest. Oh, screw.]
Sasuke, it's a full-nude.
[And to make it worse, once she's done him, he has to do her portrait. Dammit.]
[snaps] I know. [thisisn'texactlynormalgivemeasecondtobreathe.]
[tries to exhale once without letting it look like he's exhaling because that makes him look nervous -- which he's not -- and then doing his best to imagine that this is just the locker room back in high school, he unbuttons his pants. And then after a split-second pause pushes them down and off until he's only in his boxers. Avoiding eye contact the entire time. And trying to just forget she's there in general.
[He's nervous? How about her? She's the one that has to keep an impassive expression and draw...everything. (Except maybe she should make him sit in a way that wouldn't expose his...ahem. Well.
...Anyway.
He's taking his goddamn time isn't he] Sasuke, come on! You still have to do mine afterwards.
Look, I promise that I'll let you blame it all on the temperature of the room.
LET'S DO THE TIMESKIIIP AGAIIIN!!!futureslugqueenFebruary 17 2010, 19:14:19 UTC
[--IT'S JUST A STEP TO THE LEF--no wait. LATER, in the batcave--or Sasuke's house. Yes, Sasuke's house. Because somehow, she owns his balls, so. Haha. Haaa. What Sakura says is executed, fuckers-- LATER, THERE.
She's undressed except for a white bedsheet wrapped around her body, and just came out of the bathroom this way.] I figured this would help a bit.
[He figured he'd never be as nervous awkward as he was this morning, but for some reason, this feels a million times worse. Now he understands how she must have felt, but sympathy doesn't do much for making this any more bearable -- if anything, it makes it worse, because this is an exchange that two friends like themselves definitely could have gone without.
He's sitting in his desk chair, staring rather intensely at the blank paper in front of him. And not looking up except to glance at her with his peripheral vision -- and then fully when he notices the sheet--
[Honestly, no logic at all. Rolling her eyes, she pulls a stool and places it right under the window, before sitting down. Her back is only partially turned to him, so he can still see part of her profile, and her chin touches her shoulder, eyes looking down. She lets the sheet fall down to her waist.]
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If she weren't so in love with medicine, she'd fall in love with art.
The canvas set, charcoal in hand, she stares at the whiteness in front of her, and shifts on the stool. This is the one disadvantage of this class.
Of course she wants to help him out, and everything--best friends do that--but Ino always said: Once you see your best friend naked, shit changes.
No, I can keep it cool.
She lifts her eyes when he's taken off his chest. Oh, screw.]
Sasuke, it's a full-nude.
[And to make it worse, once she's done him, he has to do her portrait. Dammit.]
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[tries to exhale once without letting it look like he's exhaling because that makes him look nervous -- which he's not -- and then doing his best to imagine that this is just the locker room back in high school, he unbuttons his pants. And then after a split-second pause pushes them down and off until he's only in his boxers. Avoiding eye contact the entire time. And trying to just forget she's there in general.
...Impossible.]
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...Anyway.
He's taking his goddamn time isn't he] Sasuke, come on! You still have to do mine afterwards.
Look, I promise that I'll let you blame it all on the temperature of the room.
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[sliiight color] ...use your imagination?
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She's undressed except for a white bedsheet wrapped around her body, and just came out of the bathroom this way.] I figured this would help a bit.
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He's sitting in his desk chair, staring rather intensely at the blank paper in front of him. And not looking up except to glance at her with his peripheral vision -- and then fully when he notices the sheet--
...The sheet. His sheet. What.]
...You couldn't have brought your own?
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[Honestly, no logic at all. Rolling her eyes, she pulls a stool and places it right under the window, before sitting down. Her back is only partially turned to him, so he can still see part of her profile, and her chin touches her shoulder, eyes looking down. She lets the sheet fall down to her waist.]
This okay?
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...Yeah.
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