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[eyeforaneye]

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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[eyeforaneye]

[ Ah. Some new information. Well, at least that helps him piece all of this together. ]

I see. That explains the population on the ship, at least. [ A pause. ] For someone who seems sensitive about how incredibly frail you are, you bring it up a lot. [ Just as a casual observation. ]

[finethanks]

Sensitive? I'm not sensitive at all. [Yes he is.] I'm used to death in my family, so it's a casual thing with us now. Some say I'm morbid, but really it just seems normal to me.

[It's a coping mechanism... Stop him.]

[eyeforaneye]

[ ... ]

That isn't what I was talking about; you made that about death too suddenly.

[finethanks]

Look here, we've arrived already~.

[Eichi completely ignores that comment, gesturing to the little place with a calm sort of cheer. He enters, holding the door open long enough so that Sasuke can come in as well.]

Let's find a seat and you can take a look at the menu. It will be my treat today, okay? ♪

[eyeforaneye]

[ Is he singing? No. Only nearly.

Sasuke feels he should be far more annoyed by this bullshit than he currently is but there's something about the atmosphere in this quaint little restaurant that saps his ire, leaving him quietly frowning instead of making a rude comment. Damn.

He's quick to find an isolated table in the corner, back facing the wall out of sheer paranoid habit, and he drags a menu closer to himself from where they're propped up in a holder. ... The tea selections alone are incredible. ]

Do you really struggle so much to find company that you're resorting to mine?

[finethanks]

Is the only way you can believe that I'd want your company that I must be struggling for some? Fufu, it's true that my usual friends are off on their own currently and I'm left with no one to speak to, but I could easily wander anywhere I'd like and make some new ones.

[He knows he's got some level of charisma, at least... And for what he lacks, he has social skills. But anyway.] You seem interesting to me, so I'd like to become friends. Before you say something cold and indifferent like "we won't be friends," know that you can't stop me from trying. Fufu, it's a little like a challenge.

i'm not dead, i promise

[eyeforaneye]

We won't be friends.

[ He almost sounds distracted as he continues to peruse the menu, eyes dragging over words and pictures... but mostly the latter. ]

At some point the challenge becomes an exercise in masochism. Only you can decide when to give up.