seventeen crows (朱) voice/action

[yourhatred]

[This afternoon finds one CHEERFUL(?) Itachi walking out of the grocery, a bright SMILE(?) on his face and a full bag in his arms. He's HUMMING(??) something under his breath, a light bounce to his step.

He pulls out his journal casually, sending an unfiltered message to his brother.]

Sasuke. Are you recovering well?

[All of this is, of course

Comments

[Voice | Filtered]

[sasukelogic]

[Recovering? Yes. Well? Absolutely not. He feels like shit. He still isn't fit to leave his bed, and even though he is doing much better, he will not be happy about anything but a full recovery, thanks very much.

He is surprised to hear Itachi's voice over the journal, though. It's a pleasant surprise even, if it wasn't for the nagging feeling that something is off. Itachi hadn't even put up a filter? Sasuke will be fixing that.]

I'll live.

[action]

[sasukelogic]

[Sasuke'd rather he didn't, so hearing this is good news to him.] Good. [And they better not try anything in the future either, seeing how impulsive Sasuke can be nowadays.]

... How do we know about the compatibility?

[action]

[yourhatred]

Just hearsay.

Apparently they brought in extras at one point and the lack of it caused them to experience some negative effects.

[action]

[sasukelogic]

[Scoff.] All the information about this place that people think they have, is it all just guesswork? No wonder no one has found the way out yet.

[action]

[yourhatred]

So many things are vague, and we are left so far in the dark in an extreme disadvantage.

[action]

[sasukelogic]

[There is a lot of conflicting thoughts here, so he'll be staying quiet for a bit, chewing on nothing. He isn't ready to believe there isn't a way out, but... How does he even approach the question if he actually wants to leave or not.]

...

I grow restless here.

[action]

[yourhatred]

I find that to be a common problem.

It's quiet, though. I like that, and I've found a few ways to keep myself occupied.

[action]

[sasukelogic]

[If Sasuke wasn't still feeling weak, he probably would have lashed out around now. After all the feverish dreams and days in bed, the draft feels ages away, and any calming effect of having that in fresh memory is steadily going away. He doesn't feel sated in the slightest anymore, just slightly sick (in a way that has nothing to do with malaria) and more frustrated than ever. As it is, though, he just sighs and lays back down.]

I'm glad that you like it here. [Believe it or not, there's no sarcasm in there.]

[action]

[yourhatred]

And you? Is there anything I can do for you?

[Itachi leans in close, concern etched across his features.]

[action]

[sasukelogic]

[Not looking at you.]

...

You've done enough for my sake. It's my turn.

[action]

[yourhatred]

If you believe I will ever stop doing things for you, you're sorely mistaken.

[action]

[sasukelogic]

[Well. Sasuke isn't planning on causing him work by starting to ask for things, at any rate. Especially since the only thing that comes to mind at the moment is "forgive me" which would no doubt just make his brother uncomfortable.

All you get is stubborn silence, Itachi.]

[action]

[yourhatred]

[Itachi shakes his head with a small smile.]

It's alright. I know you'll be difficult.

[action]

[sasukelogic]

... No worse than you.

[It's muttered. There's a bit of rare humor in there for the taking.]

[action]

[yourhatred]

Hmph.

[The sound is far more lighthearted than is normal for Itachi, but most of his actions have been.]

I suppose not.