（ he's just sort of blinking up at the guy in bewilderment, more baffled than actually hurt.
well, okay. not entirely true. his pride's hurt. ）
Uh.
（ maybe that would be more astoundingly articulate if he was doing something other than laying in a crater of his own making.
ergo. gotta get up. he lurches to his knees, and then up to his feet like a gangly deer just learning to walk. dusts himself off, resulting in a wafting cloud of powdered concrete dust. his shihakushō is torn — he inspects the ripped fabric with an annoyed moue and then pats it flat. it's less actual damage and more a sign of his reduced reiatsu. ）
[Eyes linger on the torn clothing, not out of an actual recognition for its significance, but because it looks atypical to what he's seen most others wearing. If anything, it aligns better with his own culture. Sasuke steps back to give more room; it seems the stranger isn't hurt, which speaks to strength, even if still a murky judgment.]
I don't believe you. [you nailed nothing] Were you testing your abilities?
（ maybe if he just acts like that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard it will... work? yeah. we're gonna go with that. it's a brilliant, genius plan, cannot possibly backfire, ever. ）
'Caught you'? [Flat, uncomprehending. It seems pointless to conceal some changed nature, when he's met others affected; it's not as though he has to be specific.] It's a decent idea. I noticed the limiting effects of this place as well, but I don't know the full extent yet.
[Dark, mismatched eyes turn down onto the crater... judgmentally.] You could use more practice.
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well, okay. not entirely true. his pride's hurt. ）
Uh.
（ maybe that would be more astoundingly articulate if he was doing something other than laying in a crater of his own making.
ergo. gotta get up. he lurches to his knees, and then up to his feet like a gangly deer just learning to walk. dusts himself off, resulting in a wafting cloud of powdered concrete dust. his shihakushō is torn — he inspects the ripped fabric with an annoyed moue and then pats it flat. it's less actual damage and more a sign of his reduced reiatsu. ）
Get to the supermarket?
（ #nailedit. ）
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I don't believe you. [you nailed nothing] Were you testing your abilities?
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Oh, yeah. Sure. You caught me.
（ maybe if he just acts like that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard it will... work? yeah. we're gonna go with that. it's a brilliant, genius plan, cannot possibly backfire, ever. ）
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'Caught you'? [Flat, uncomprehending. It seems pointless to conceal some changed nature, when he's met others affected; it's not as though he has to be specific.] It's a decent idea. I noticed the limiting effects of this place as well, but I don't know the full extent yet.
[Dark, mismatched eyes turn down onto the crater... judgmentally.] You could use more practice.