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(naruto) cyborg fic - tidbit
“Why can't you afford to have a criminal record?”
Naruto blinks drowsily at him over the edge of his steaming bowl, then winces and eventually chuckles. “And people say I don't have any tact.”
Standing on the other side of his table, Sasuke doesn't budge, his arms crossed over his chest, his feet set apart in a solid stance. Naruto flicks an ear and waves toward a stool. “Siddown, m'not running anywhere until I'm done with breakfast.”
“I'm comfortable standing.”
“Yeah well I'm not comfortable with you staring down at me, so sit your ass down or get out of my face.” Naruto's ears flatten on his head briefly, golden fur mingling with tangled blond locks, then return to their usual lazy slant atop his head. Annoyed, Sasuke pushes the pile of papers from the stool to the floor and drags the stool to the table, sitting down stiffly.
“Why can't you afford to have a criminal record?” he asks again, because he wants an answer, damn it, and the more Naruto delays and the worse Sasuke suspects it's going to be.
“Cause then someone would probably notice that my ID's a false,” Naruto replies with an easy grin. He has a milk moustache; the incongruity bothers Sasuke for a second. Is Naruto attempting to appease him by appearing innocent? No, he would know that Sasuke isn't as easily manipulated.
“...Why is your ID a false?”
“Why is yours?”
“My ID is perfectly legal; it was issued by the government in full knowledge of my circumstances,” Sasuke growls.
Naruto grins. “Your ID says 'unmodified human', dude. And it says Hatake on it, too.”
Sasuke gratifies Naruto with a long, unamused stare. “Is Uzumaki your real name?”
“Yeah, sure,” Naruto replies casually, sipping from his bowl.
“So you're using your real name?” Sasuke repeats. It doesn't make sense, Uzumaki isn't such a common name. If he truly was in hiding, he wouldn't be using it.
don't know if i like it, or even if i'm going to keep it, and i hatehatehate knowing how the dialogue is suposed to go, and then losing it because i'm too busy remembering how to type on that keyboard and by the timei'm done concentrating on the first sentence, i forget what else i wanted to type.
I guess either i'll remember the rest of the scene later, or i'll reinvent it from the start. for now, it's properly aborted; fuck.
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Pen and paper?
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;_; i can never write fast enough, and i hate being unable to come back and flesh out a bit without having to strike and start again.