[open; 01/19-01/23]

[not_thedragon]

Who: Sasuke and compadres
When: Week of January 19th
Where: Around town; mostly training fields, various offices, or slipping in and out of the village gates.
Notes: [See top-levels!]

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[not_thedragon]

Sasuke had had the same thought mere minutes ago, but it had already been too late by then; he'd said whatever you want and forgotten what the post-Academy hungry was like. He's descended upon the fridge too many times himself to have room to say anything, really.

"I already told her I'd treat for whatever she wanted," he says, shrugging one rueful shoulder. "This will be my lesson to watch my words."

[gentledheart]

"Oh you poor poor boy, " she says with a laugh. One would think that he would know better after the way the could clean out a cupboard shelf plus before going to work on studying in their own academy days.

"You can have one of my meat buns if you want."

[not_thedragon]

The offer is met with a quirk of his mouth, amusement telling for just a second. Not for the first time, he's certain that Hinata is some mixture of too kind and too forgiving for her own good, but he has no desire to see her otherwise.

"I'll be fine," he says, watching Fumiko finally proceed back in his direction, though she draws up short at the sight of Hinata. "My mother will have something to say if I ruin my appetite for dinner."

[gentledheart]

She's only those things because it would make living with the rest of the clan too unbearable otherwise. And she preferred to channel her frustration into killing the older and more conservative members with kindness where she could. And he can't really say it hasn't been working for her so far either, as a result.

She laughs and pats his shoulder, "But won't her mother be the very same?"

[not_thedragon]

"Her parents are out of the village on a long-term mission," Sasuke explains, just before the girl is in earshot and then in front of them, glancing curiously at Hinata before presenting him with the laden tray.

"These," Fumiko announces, expression dead serious, and then without much pause for a subject switch, continues to: "Is this Hyuuga lady your girlfriend?"

[gentledheart]

"Ah," She nods in understanding. That would explain a lot and knowing that only widens her smile as she studies the tray the girl holds out for Sasuke to see. Well she was certainly a precocious one and it was adorable it's own kind of advantage taking way.

"What?" She shakes her head with a chuckle, "No we're just friends."

[not_thedragon]

It's hardly the first time they've been asked that question and it probably won't be the last, but Sasuke can still feel the deep sigh that emerges from him in response to it. Fumiko, at least, just gives both of them a scrutinizing look before shrugging one shoulder.

"Oh well," she says, and then points to Hinata's tray and her own. "Are you gonna pay, onii-san?"

... which is a sufficiently unexpectedly familiar form of address that Sasuke turns a startled glance to Hinata, a mute expression of alarm. Out loud, he only says -- "Missions don't pay as much as you think they do, Fumiko."

[gentledheart]

"Oh, no he doesn't need to do that." One look at the girls tray and Hinata knew that allowing Sasuke to pay for both of them wouldn't be fair at all. Though she has to give Fumiko some credit, it usually takes a little more to startle Sasuke into showing open alarm. And for a moment all she can do is try to hide a snicker behind a cough.

"No I had planned to purchase my own treats. Let Sasuke-kun recover from his losses last year before we have him treat both of us to whatever we want in here, okay?" She winks at the girl and turns an innocent grin on her friend as if to say she was teasing him, of course. She would never actually expect him to treat both of them at the same time.

[not_thedragon]

Fumiko looks between them for a long moment, then fixes Sasuke with a deeply unimpressed stare. Sasuke recognizes the look -- unimpressed is hardly something new to see from other Uchiha -- and is already midway through suppressing a sigh when she quirks her chin up and does her level best to stare down her nose at him despite the differences in their heights.

"Onii-san," she says, as if explaining to a very small child. "Uchiha don't let money get in the awy of our reputations."

Whoever her parents are, they're going to be either completely unsurprised or utterly shocked by the notices piling up in their mailbox, he thinks with some dryness, and reaches for Hinata's tray to take up to the counter. He meets her teasing look with a resigned one: the clan name has been invoked, his hands are tied now.

[gentledheart]

Oh good lord, the girl was adorable. Hinata can’t quite manage to hide the laugh behind her hand the odd chuckle escaping her as she watches her best friend be scolded by a girl that can’t be any older than ten or eleven. It actually fit in a way that someone so young would try, and it just made her efforts more entertaining.

“Uchiha-san, you’re a cruel one to your poor cousin,” she teases reaching to ruffle the girls hair now that her hands are empty.