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[chokuto]

UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )

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[hallowing]

（ that is... an interesting question he's probably going to turn over in his mind later. truth is, his memory is so fucking shitty at the best of times he has no idea if that's a legitimate possibility or not. even his grasp of the last few days is shaky, mostly spent drinking (not drunk) or finding people to fool around with in dark corners.

was this kid one of those random conquests? that would make this a weird fucking encounter, if so. cy crawls his way back into his shirt, and then leans back again, palms flat on the bench, legs outstretched. he fills space comfortably, without seeming to have done it on purpose at all. clucks his tongue once, and then: ）

Buddy, I don't know you from a hole in the ground.

（ he makes a little 'eh' gesture with one hand, palm-up in something that's almost a full body shrug. ）

Doesn't mean much, though. And you've got blood on your face （ he touches the same spot on his own cheekbone, smudging his thumb in the direction of the smear on sasuke's. ） — might wanna tidy that up. Or don't. Sometimes it pays to be that guy who'll walk around wearing somebody else's blood, man, fuck if I know.

[chokuto]

[He keeps the question non-specific enough that Cyram won't know that he means in a dream. Of course they have never met, physically, in person. Yet he can't risk revealing the plague of his nighttime hauntings of thought, so this is the test.

The outcome is one of disappointment, but it isn't pointed directly toward the man. Of course it is only this place toying with his mind. It could be nothing else. Sasuke's expression closes, eyes falling away, demeanor coiled once more into a knot of directionless frustration. Unthinking, he scrubs at his cheek with his forearm to remove the blood but comments no further on it.]

Forget it, then.

[And he whips around, intent on ending the interaction by walking out the door now that the way is unbarred.]

[hallowing]

Okay, World's Most Cryptic Bitch.

（ but it's said with an amused huff of breath. there's no real exasperation there, just a roll of his eyes and a wow, was I that bad in my hot topic bitch era, actually? and as the kid beats a hasty retreat — ）

Literally stabbed myself to satiate your curiosity here, pretty sure that ought to at least warrant a name. Otherwise I will call you CeeBee, forever. （ as he lights up another cigarette (just be thankful he didn't light it off the dying embers of the last one, in his usual custom) ） Fair warning.

[chokuto]

[He stops at the threshold of the room, holding himself there—unwilling to turn back around, as if it might trap him.]

You offered.

['CeeBee'... what a stupid name.]

Sasuke. [Short, blunt. He's not trying to hide his identity; there would be no point.] Uchiha Sasuke.

[And then he walks out.]