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[whereas sizhui has talked about his suit, but that's only because he had to describe to people what it was that he'd been experiencing. lesson learned there, in some sense, even if he would still do it again if necessary. (and as long as he doesn't let his suit become activated while he's coming up on a monster week, it should be...fine... maybe?)

he handles the task with ease, too, relishing in the brief pause between them, something that's comfortable for him alongside the meticulous chopping of cleaned vegetables. at the question, however, he stops, hums a thoughtful sound then directs his gaze toward sasuke.]

Not always. It depends on the stranger, I suppose, and if they welcome friendship, but I must admit... I do try to worm my way in by helping people.

[(That just means the suit should absolutely activate during monster week...)

Sasuke keeps an eye on the rice, and he begins adding some of the vegetables that Sizhui has chopped — careful to ensure they're given enough time in the pot with the seasoning to thoroughly cook.]

An overly helpful type. That does seem to match. [At least, from what he's picked up of Sizhui's personality so far.] With an attitude like that, someone might suspect that you have ulterior motives.

[(but of course it does and that's exactly what's going to happen sometime soon!)

with the question answered, sizhui does go back to chopping, only hesitating when sasuke reaches for the vegetables to add them to the rice or to answer him again.]

How could you have ever guessed? [he's joking, clearly, especially given the way he flashes a big toothy smile at sasuke before laughing and focusing on the vegetables once more.] And saying that's not my intention only makes it worse, right? But it's the truth, I have no other intentions, aside from friendship. [...or something more if it stems from that since they are stuck in sex resort madness.]

[Aside from friendship. It's gone about in a different way, but unfortunately Sasuke makes the comparison in his mind — and there's really no surprise. Of course something like that is going to remind him of Naruto. His hand stills in the work of placing the vegetables in with the rice, and he keeps himself partially turned away.]

To clarify, we aren't friends. [Perhaps it would sound cold, but it's merely how he draws these lines between himself and others.] I have no intention of getting close to others in such a way while I'm here.

[Well. Even if he's failed that, once already.]

I appreciate you allowing me to use your kitchen. But if it's friendship you seek, that's not something I can give.

[He's so angsty... I'm sorry...]

[sizhui notices this, naturally, pauses in his motions on the remaining bits of vegetables and casts sasuke a sideways glance. he blinks once, twice, huffs a little laugh then shakes his head.] Obviously not! We've only just met, after all. [even if that's never stopped him before.

he redirects, finishes what remains and slides the thin pieces across the cutting board with the knife while sasuke's fingers have paused.] If you insist, I won't force my presence on people who don't want it. [or at least not in expected ways? he really, truly does know how to worm his way in without trying sometimes.]

And that's completely fine with me, it won't make me change my mind about letting you use the kitchen or anything.

[sasuke, buddy, you have no idea what's going to hit you.]

[All of those statements are clearly meant to be reassurances for the boundary he's drawn, and yet somehow Sasuke doesn't feel as if he's done it right. As if Sizhui is only agreeing for the sake of — well, agreeing. Still, it's nothing that he feels a need to nitpick, so he simply turns back to the stove.

The rest of the vegetables, once they're sliced, are placed directly into the pan. He falls silent for a time with this work; he finds cooking almost meditative, easy to calm thoughts when he's going through the motions of preparation, and this recipe in particular is not difficult at all. So he can switch his mind off — rare enough as this is.

It doesn't take too long to finish. Once the rice is appropriately cooked, fluffy beneath the wide spoon he uses to check on it, Sasuke looks around.]

Do you have dishes? ... Storage containers?

[Should have asked earlier, oops.]

[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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