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A number of things.

First, I want to know how many people are familiar with ninja and the shinobi world.

Second, I’m interested in increasing my knowledge when it comes to the technology on the ship.

Third, in connection with the second point, is there a way to stop others from being able to send messages to your communicator? Stopping all of them temporarily would also be acceptable.

[ That's it, Sasuke's first message, no name attached and no hint of an introduction in sight. Still, it's downright personable for him. ]

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I'm not shy or bothered by the thought. I'm just not someone that enjoys socializing for its own sake.

Ahh, then someone like myself who doesn't want to leave the ship without company is left waiting for someone else to become available. I'm so hungry~. I would have paid, you know?

What's with the curvy line?

Stop being so dramatic and try to act whatever age you are.

It's a tilde. It helps express my tone a little, doesn't it? But after being told by everyone that I need to loosen up and enjoy my youth, now you're someone telling me I'm enjoying my youth too much? Fufu, you'd be scolded by those close to me for that.

I'm only 19 because I celebrated my birthday on this ship a couple of months ago. Even as one of the liaisons for the fek, I can't do much to help out here, so can't I at least enjoy myself?

No. You're already far too loose. [ This is starting to qualify as an abusive relationship. ]

And nineteen is far past old enough to understand that whining about foregone conclusions is immature and unproductive. You must have met others by now that are like me and prefer to avoid dinners with strangers.

I'm being scolded. How scary, how scary... I wonder if I might cry?

[Mostly he's teasing and just having fun with all of this, so none of this is bothering him. It's only criticisms to his own skills and things he's put a lot of effort into that he gets annoyed at— unless the person bothering him goes to really immature places to bother him. In that case, he'll grow irritated like a child, as well.]

Most people here are strangers to one another and so have been very open to meeting new faces. I hope you won't get lonely, Sasuke.

If you cried over this then it'd be more than your body that's fragile.

Either way, there are others here from my world for me to contend with also and I said that meeting you in person isn't a problem for me. You're just too pushy. [ fuckin' look at my awkward bird icon, LOOK AT IT ]

[Look at that BIRD.

Alright, though, he's starting to get bothered by his illness being repeatedly brought up. Even if he shared that information, he's insecure.]

Haha... It seems I'm still a little bit of a spoiled brat after all, aren't I? I'm sorry. I'm not usually allowed out at all, so to be here on my own is startling. I want to be surrounded, but that's not possible.

I'll behave.

[ There seems to be a shift in the tone here. Were Sasuke more attuned to people's feelings and social cues, he might pick up on it. He isn't. And therefore he doesn't. ]

Don't make promises that you're unable to keep.

Is it still unwise for you to be out? I'm not going to advocate you hurting yourself.

As long as I don't do any strenuous activities and the weather is average, there won't be a problem. It's actually the perfect temperature for me to go out.

[He's been Not The Best due to stress issues, but that won't be any better on the ship with the failing power, anyway.]

[ u g h ]

Tell me your food recommendations from this planet.

Unhealthy food, sweet food, and overly spicy or sour foods are off the table. They shouldn't exist.

There are some nice hamburgers, but if those are too western, then there was one small location that had simple bento-like meals. Rice, seaweed, vegetables and fish. The tea was nice there.

Your west and my west are not the same. I don't know what you're talking about.

Are you going to tell me where the other restaurant is?

That's right, isn't it? Fufu, a hamburger is made of beef. There are different ways to prepare it.

But you want to know where the restaurant that has bento meals is? I could show you and it would be much easier. ♪ Or do you really want to know in advance?

That's vague. [ But fair. He won't demand a recipe for hamburgers. Yet. ]

You're really insistent about this.

I've been stuck alone in my room for a few days now. It's beginning to remind me of the hospital, with how stiff it feels. Is it wrong to want to get out?

[ I... hate you... What is this level of guilt-tripping. ]

You can show me where the restaurant is. No more than that.

[He's used to getting what he wants...]

Yay! ☆ Where should we meet?

[ Sasuke's used to his life being absolute shit, where does that leave us. ]

Be less excited and I'll meet you in the atrium in an hour.

I'll be cold and aloof like you. I visit the atrium frequently, so I'll see you there in an hour.

[ He so badly wants to type up a grouchy response that would do nothing but prove Eichi's point, so he refrains. In fact there's radio silence on his end for the next hour, instead taking the time to get in a few last minute exercises in his room before cleaning up and heading to the atrium for the promised meeting.

And there he is, in all his pale glory, a relatively unimposing and even slight figure waiting beside the area's most prominent feature: the large tree at its center. The long white shirt he wears sports a few visible stains that he's clearly attempted to wash out, flecks of rusted red dotting the collar in particular and even more so along the uneven line of his left sleeve.

A left sleeve that hugs nothing where an arm should definitely be, but just isn't. He drags his right hand through his messy crop of dark hair while he waits instead, scanning the surroundings. ]

[Eichi doesn't bother him beyond that, going back to his own business until it's time to get ready and leave. He takes his time getting to the atrium and still manages to get there just on time. There are a few other people this way and that, but it's easy to spot Sasuke.

The lack of one arm is of note, certainly, but what seals it as Sasuke is the dark hair and the questionable clothing, along with how he's waiting and scanning things. Eichi's own clothing is far more... put together, and even if it's a nice temperature on the planet, he's dressed a little warm just in case. Pale himself from skin to hair color, and definitely frail, Eichi is surprised to find that he's three inches taller when he steps in front of Sasuke with a calm smile.]

Hello! You must be Sasuke.

[ Don't tell him you identified him by his bad clothing.

When he turns, however, it shows off sharp eyes, a strong jawline, and clear skin, an altogether overly handsome face that doesn't at all match his terrible and charmless personality. Not to mention the rest of his unkempt appearance. ]

Tenshouin Eichi. [ His gaze drags over him slowly, sizing him up in terms of both height and any visible muscle mass. He isn't given much to work with. ]

Somehow... this is exactly what I expected from you.

Is it? I wonder what that means.

[Are you calling him sick looking or?? Well, he'll just give Sasuke another once over before glancing over his shoulder to the entrance to the atrium.] Though I can't say that I'm very surprised by you, either. [Except the arm, but he does have manners, especially about this sort of thing.]

You probably don't want to waste any time, right? Fufu, you can follow me and I'll walk us there.

[ Ah. He actually "fufu"s in real life. Sasuke doesn't know what to do with this information. ]

I could go into detail about what it means but I can't imagine it'll go over well. [ It never does. Sasuke thumbs the hilt of a knife tucked at his side just in case as he turns, jerking his head towards the exit. ]

Come on, then. Lead the way.

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