[with sasuke's confirmation that he's seen, sizhui lowers his shirt again, straightens the hem a little more then turns back around to face his guest again.]

Ah... it sort of reminds me of that, too. [except he hasn't gained anything good from the suit. (or hasn't yet, anyway?) hallucinations, fevers, impulsiveness, insomnia— all things he would much prefer not having in comparison to helping plants flourish and probably being able to benchpress a small house.] I don't think I enjoy the markings as much, though.

[speaking of which, the mention has him lifting his left hand and rubbing at the spot behind his ear, which has been carefully covered by his hairstyle today. he lowers it again following sasuke's question, head-bobbing with affirmation.] Sure, I can do that. [then he makes his way to stand beside the other man, taking a quick few moments to wash, rinse and dry his hands before he moves to pick up the knife.]

I can also do not perfect, [sizhui assures with a chuckle.] Any particular sort of cut, though? Diced? Julienned?