[to be fair, sizhui is saying them for the sake of agreeing, but he's also saying them to reiterate what sasuke said: they aren't friends, but that doesn't mean they couldn't be. this wouldn't be the first time he's had to fight past some tsundere ridiculousness, he's going to end up becoming a professional if he keeps this up.
while sasuke's doing his thing with the remaining time on the food, he briefly focuses his attention on the nearby flowers, glancing them over, gently touching their leaves and petals and, if necessary, using his powers to help brighten them up. fortunately, he doesn't need to do that often, just when it's been a long time since he'd first created the plant, otherwise they flourish just fine with the proper amount of water, soil, and light. (artificial, of course, since they aren't granted sunlight in this resort.)
glancing up from the flowers, he hums, trying to remember where he'd put those plastic containers he'd gotten a little while ago.]
The dishes are in the cabinet above the stove, on your left. I'll need a minute for the storage containers. [he steps back from what he's doing, lifts a hand to his mouth, brow deeply furrowed.] Oh! [then he softens once it hits him, he does a neat heel-turn and heads out of the kitchenette to go collect the unopened items from his dining room.]
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while sasuke's doing his thing with the remaining time on the food, he briefly focuses his attention on the nearby flowers, glancing them over, gently touching their leaves and petals and, if necessary, using his powers to help brighten them up. fortunately, he doesn't need to do that often, just when it's been a long time since he'd first created the plant, otherwise they flourish just fine with the proper amount of water, soil, and light. (artificial, of course, since they aren't granted sunlight in this resort.)
glancing up from the flowers, he hums, trying to remember where he'd put those plastic containers he'd gotten a little while ago.]
The dishes are in the cabinet above the stove, on your left. I'll need a minute for the storage containers. [he steps back from what he's doing, lifts a hand to his mouth, brow deeply furrowed.] Oh! [then he softens once it hits him, he does a neat heel-turn and heads out of the kitchenette to go collect the unopened items from his dining room.]