[Uncertainty slows him on the way into the restaurant, caught on the impression that he has found the wrong location — yet the sight of a tall boy, red-haired and sharp-featured, instead nails in his earlier intuition. He had encountered so few individuals upon arrival in the resort, let alone anyone that he had given advice... except for one, a memory of palely freckled skin and bruised eyes vivid for the fact of its later absence. Sasuke had not gotten a name. His mind had gone to him more than once since, in question, in concern — but in the end he'd surrendered to the capricious nature of forces not well understood.
The food draws his eye, then the apron, then a mismatched gaze lifts to meet gold. And dip, again, in deference that is less shyness than a desperately learned defense.]
I thought you were gone.
[Sasuke's voice is quiet, serious as he approaches one of the stools, slipping onto it with a grace that betrays the strength he'd demonstrated once between them. Once the other boy's back is turned, he returns to observation — a scour of a look across the whole kitchen that settles at last on a slender spine. He doesn't eat yet, though he bends toward the bowl and plate as if in contemplation of them. The mix of scents fill his nose; his stomach clenches in unrealized hunger.]
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The food draws his eye, then the apron, then a mismatched gaze lifts to meet gold. And dip, again, in deference that is less shyness than a desperately learned defense.]
I thought you were gone.
[Sasuke's voice is quiet, serious as he approaches one of the stools, slipping onto it with a grace that betrays the strength he'd demonstrated once between them. Once the other boy's back is turned, he returns to observation — a scour of a look across the whole kitchen that settles at last on a slender spine. He doesn't eat yet, though he bends toward the bowl and plate as if in contemplation of them. The mix of scents fill his nose; his stomach clenches in unrealized hunger.]
What happened? ... Are you all right?