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[chokuto]

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

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[chokuto]

[EIGHT DAYS? Is Sasuke even still alive or has he succumbed to stone from ignoring sex? Stay tuned.]

Don't message me.

['I don't know what a cockwaffle is but it sounds revolting, I hate you'.]

[hallowing]

no, shut up. u don't get to tell me what to do, u absolute donkey.

god i cannot BELIEVE u are bad at math, actually

[chokuto]

I was never taught the math you know.

I learned quickly enough, didn't I?

It's 10,584. The error was obvious after I reviewed it.

[hallowing]

( honey which teacher did u wanna bang in high-school bc like,,,,, )

nah, I was teasing.

i was actually impressed. u picked it up quick.

[chokuto]

[he wanted his dad to give him even a modicum of love and affection and look him in the eye without comparing him to his perfect older brother Just Once]

I wasn't trying to impress you. I needed to know your age, and having you explain it allowed me to solve the problem.

[Teasing him and praising him at the same time? Stop. Do not pass go.]

Why did you wait this long to contact me over it?

[hallowing]

wtf is this 'needed' shit??

（ kid u are Too Easy. ）

i actually have no idea how many days it's been. a month???

[chokuto]

A little over a week.

What's wrong with you?

[This is meant sincerely, though it may be lost in translation.]

[hallowing]

i have neither the time nor the character limit to answer that question to ur nosy satisfaction

[chokuto]

I'm getting that.

[If it really is an accurate number, then...]

Your sense of time and your memory are unreliable?

[hallowing]

do you want the honest answer or the irreverent one?

[chokuto]

Honest.

[hallowing]

okay.

but then you have to answer something too. not now. some day.

deal?

[chokuto]

[He doesn't like that at all—promising a piece of himself to uncertainty, not knowing what it may be. But he finds that he wants this answer more.]

Fine.

[hallowing]

pls keep in mind that my magnanimous willingness to humour ur weird morbid curiosity is eventually going to render me BORING and then where will u be? ur crops will be dust, fields fallow, NOT flourishing in ANY lane tbqh.

anyways. the brain's not meant to last this long.

information overwrites pathways in the mind. like walking on grass. you wear it down to dirt over time.

so it's ten thousand years of grass, and dirt, and grass, and dirt.

but u saw the healing. so the dmg doesn't stick. 🥳, right?

except neither does the info. dates, times, people, worlds. languages.

really good fucking brownie recipes, SMH goddamn.

[chokuto]

[It's not far off from where his mind had already begun to venture on the premise of 10,000 years. Yet Sasuke doesn't enjoy hearing the actual truth. Because, to him, it does not suggest the sort of immortality he has seen other men hunt their entire lives to possess—Orochimaru at the forefront of the most well-known examples.

As if living forever is a gift, and death the worst possible alternative. In light of this, he can't really see how that could be true.]

I'm sorry.

[It's the first thing that swims up in his thoughts, reactionary.]

My attention isn't so shallow, though. Even if I don't know what that has to do with crops or fields. I am not a farmer.

[help]

[hallowing]

nah, don't be. it is what it is.

and o good bc i am and idk if i could take another inter-farming rivalry this late in life. u canNOT thresh a better wheat than me js js

[chokuto]

Are you using humor to deflect, or is this just how you are?

I have more questions, but I won't ask them now. Think about what you want my own honesty on sooner rather than later.

[so he doesn't have to agonize over it... #bossy]

[hallowing]

if i cared abt actually deflecting u wouldn't know a thing abt me as an FYI.

man there's not a statute of limitations on questions, go ahead and ask whatever u want. if i don't wanna answer i'll tell u to fuck off.

as for my question @ u, u never know. maybe i'll just forget abt it 😌

[chokuto]

Then I'll remind you.

If I ask how you became this way are you going to answer? Or will that require another promise of honesty to be paid at some ambiguous time?

[hallowing]

well, i wouldn't NOT answer

[chokuto]

[???]

What does that mean.

[hallowing]

do i need to use smaller words, or...

1/2

[chokuto]

[chokuto]

Then, how did you become this way?

10,000 years is an unfathomable amount of time. Your condition isn't enviable. I would guess you are unique to your dimension, but I can't know that for sure.

There was something... else that I sensed in your presence when I first saw you. Does that have to do with it?

[hallowing]

i'm a god. little g.

but i was born human. or humanish, i guess. i don't actually remember much from then.

（ he has one clear memory from that time. his wife, with their daughter on her hip, silhouetted by a setting sun. it's the only thing he's managed to hold onto, to claw back into being. and he has done his best to forcibly memorize that moment, reburning it into those pathways again, and again, and again. like any document that's been faxed too many times, he's sure he's lost detail. did he know her eye colour, once? their daughter's name? did his wife smell like clover, or herbs, or bread? he thinks she might have been a soldier, but maybe that's just a false memory that's slipped in through the cracks of his mind, given his current affinity. ）

the 'ascension', if u wanna call it that bc gods are dumb actually, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars and certainly do not adulate those motherfuckers, got fucked up. that's rly all there is to it. i guess u could say im unique in that it hasn't happened to anyone else before or since over in my neck of the woods, tho tbf i don't spend a lot of time giving a fuck abt Celestial Affairs.