(fighting with the black market vendors adds one small excitement to his day, but it'd have been far better to be given permission to teach them a lesson in trying to rip someone far stronger off.
permission... that's a word that sits oddly with him, right now. is he obeying sasuke out of familiarity, in the sense that one would for the sake of the "good old days", or because a large part of him still feels like he wants to? whatever the reason, it still runs parallel to the caution he's taking while on board the eluvio. while there were many places to run while landlocked, after his slaughters in the mountains of the land of water so long ago, the eluvio is too small.
while his thoughts coincide with sasuke's, suigetsu makes his way back with a series of new, shiny weapons on his hip. kusanagi sits along so as to not be disturbed by the others. then, the sheathed daggers that look nothing like the more familiar kunai — which proved impossible to find — sitting in a bag and wrapped gratuitously in thick paper to keep them undamaged. overkill from a shady dealer, but suigetsu can't sniff at their blade care. finally, the plain wire on a spool on his belt with his water bottles, strong and conductible.
suigetsu found one sword that ended up appealing to him and came with a bag of necessary cleaning components. so when his arm pools beneath sasuke's door and slaps blindly at the button to open it for the rest of his body, the mist ninja looks particularly overburdened with supplies.)
I took a while, sorry. (a default apology, apparently fake due to the pleased smirk on his face.)
Eeehh, look at you keeping busy. (readily marches over once his arm's reformed at his shoulder, beginning to pile the goods at the end of sasuke's bed.) It's so crowded in the black market, Sasuke, but your directions got me though the worst of it. That was a nice shortcut, as always.
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permission... that's a word that sits oddly with him, right now. is he obeying sasuke out of familiarity, in the sense that one would for the sake of the "good old days", or because a large part of him still feels like he wants to? whatever the reason, it still runs parallel to the caution he's taking while on board the eluvio. while there were many places to run while landlocked, after his slaughters in the mountains of the land of water so long ago, the eluvio is too small.
while his thoughts coincide with sasuke's, suigetsu makes his way back with a series of new, shiny weapons on his hip. kusanagi sits along so as to not be disturbed by the others. then, the sheathed daggers that look nothing like the more familiar kunai — which proved impossible to find — sitting in a bag and wrapped gratuitously in thick paper to keep them undamaged. overkill from a shady dealer, but suigetsu can't sniff at their blade care. finally, the plain wire on a spool on his belt with his water bottles, strong and conductible.
suigetsu found one sword that ended up appealing to him and came with a bag of necessary cleaning components. so when his arm pools beneath sasuke's door and slaps blindly at the button to open it for the rest of his body, the mist ninja looks particularly overburdened with supplies.)
I took a while, sorry. (a default apology, apparently fake due to the pleased smirk on his face.)
Eeehh, look at you keeping busy. (readily marches over once his arm's reformed at his shoulder, beginning to pile the goods at the end of sasuke's bed.) It's so crowded in the black market, Sasuke, but your directions got me though the worst of it. That was a nice shortcut, as always.