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plz help with gramer & typoz n flow n stuffs? i wuvs j00 yes i do. (the end might need to be smoothed out, but hmm. i'll see later. it's movie time yay)
“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, the worse Sasuke suspects it's going to be.
“Cause then someone would probably notice that my ID's a fake,” 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 easily manipulated.
“...Why is your ID a fake?”
“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 graces 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.
“Yep.” Naruto grins at him again; and then, faced with Sasuke's irritated look -- Sasuke has become proficient at 'you really must think I'm stupid' expressions in the last weeks -- he sighs. “It's mine as in I consider it mine. You're not gonna find a birth certificate for one Uzumaki Naruto. Well, yes, I mean, you're gonna find one, in the computer...”
“But there is no paper copy of it in the archives of the hospital supposed to have delivered it, is there.”
“Nope.”
Naruto drinks the last of his milk and gets up, finding a small space in the full sink to wedge his bowl. Sasuke gets the feeling that the furry imagines their interview has reached its end. Like hell.
“Naruto, your stabilizing program is helpful in its small way, but it isn't state of the art,” he comments slowly.
The blond turns around to look at him, tail held up and still. Sasuke meets his eyes, wiping all traces of expression from his face.
“It would be a shame if it was overloaded.”
“... You son of a bitch.”
Sasuke's stony expression doesn't shift, even though he wants to snarl back that Naruto really has no grounds to look so betrayed. “I'm a cop, Uzumaki. It's not a job for me; it's in my prime directives.”
Naruto deflates, ears drooping. “I know, I know... Still. I like you, man, but my life still isn't your business.”
But Sasuke's is Naruto's business, Sasuke thinks with some resentment. Naruto knows that Sasuke is an AI, not a human; and he forced him to talk about Itachi -- not the details, true, but he still knows that Itachi exists and that Sasuke will kill him one day. Nothing is more Sasuke's personal business than Itachi.
“I'm not on any 'wanted' list. I never robbed anyone. I never hurt anyone who didn't attack me first. I'm not plotting to overthrow the government.”
His vitals don't change much; Sasuke's subroutines quiet down. There's a possibility he is lying by omission, or is so good at appearing trustworthy that his heartbeat would keep steady as he hides his serial killer ways. But it's doubtful. “So you're an ideal citizen.”
“Well. Nah. I brawl and I make noise at night. And, uh, I buy stuff at the black market...” he suggests with a shrug.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Parts for my shop. Food. Alcohol.”
Sasuke snorts. So does everyone and their grandmother; and Sasuke's a lot more preoccupied with crimes than with misdemeanors.
“Drugs?” Sasuke asks, even though he seriously doubts Naruto would. Besides the government doesn't care much about recreational stuff; they only actively crack down on hard drugs. Unless Naruto is a silversnow dealer, Sasuke isn't going to care.
“Does buying some pot count?”
Pot, hah. Nowadays even tobacco is considered with more annoyance; pot's only listed as illegal because drug pushers didn't want to lose their income and lobbied to keep it out of the government's influence and free of taxes. Sasuke shrugs. “Only if you sell it back for a profit.”
“Then nope. Pot's for smoking with good buddies from time to time, that's all.” He grins at Sasuke. “It's really too bad you can't smoke. It would be good for you, you need to relax.”
Sasuke snorts. “Drugs are a delaying measure, not a solution.”
“Blahblahblah. You know, Tsunade needs a social worker too.”
“Fuck you.”
Naruto cracks up. Sasuke watches as the blond furry folds in two and laughs until he turns red from lack of air, and wonders what was so funny, exactly. It isn't like he never cursed around Naruto before.
“Oh, that's just so the perfect -- what's the word again? Segue! Perfect segue. Here's your present, prettybot. Catch!”
Sasuke catches; it's that or stopping the package with his face.
“...Why are you getting me a present?” he asks, suspicious. Naruto is snickering too much, and Sasuke hates being laughed at. His expression darkens; Naruto lifts his hands defensively and swallows a chuckle.
“Just 'cause I wanted to, promise.”
“I'm your customer and your lodger. I'm the one supposed to pay you.”
“Bah, I told you I only want to be reimbursed for my expenses, is all. Getting to work on you is its own reward.” Sasuke gives Naruto a long, unconvinced look. “...And there was a guy I know who had this and he owed me one, and he really had nothing I really wanted anyway. But it's good quality, really.”
Sasuke gives the bag in his hand a suspicious look, then reaches for the opening.
Naruto snickers. Sasuke is tempted to throw the present at his head, gratefulness be damned.
“Just tell me what's in that package first.”
Aaand Naruto is busting a gut laughing again.
“Naruto...”
“Just open and see!”
“I don't appreciate stupid jokes,” Sasuke retorts. Especially when they're at his expense.
Naruto sobers up. A bit. “No, no, come on, just open it! Really, there's something for you inside.”
Sasuke tears the plastic open, just so it can be over and done with. He finds a memory stick and a plain, gray cardboard box.
“I'm not downloading unknown data,” he warns Naruto.
“I'll recheck it for worms and Trojans if you want, but it's just software. Drivers and stuff.”
Something bumps softly against the inside of the box. Sasuke opens it; he doesn't want to question Naruto for ten minutes again, just to be told to check the box if he wants to know what the drivers are for.
“...I thought it wasn't a joke?” he asks softly as he stares down at Naruto's present in its nest of bubble wrap.
A snicker. “It isn't.”
“So then,” Sasuke continues, voice still as deceptively soft and controlled, “why are you laughing?”
“Dude, I'm not laughing at YOU. Dicks are always funny.”
Sasuke contemplates with sadistic enjoyment the possibility of stuffing the functional-looking cyborg penis and testicles he's just been gifted with up Naruto's ass.
Wait, he'd probably like it.
“You do realize I'm this close to punching you?” he asks mildly as Naruto chortles gleefully.
“Aw, come on, you're so uptight,” Naruto replies easily as he leans over the table and pulls out the genitals by the head.
So many wires wrapped under the protective plastic. Sasuke can't help but frown in puzzlement at the excessive number of neural fibers.
“Seriously, I didn't mean it as an insult; the guy just had it, and you've got none, and whaddya know, it's your exact skin tone. Well, a bit paler, but you don't look like a nudie beach kinda guy anyway.” Naruto's tone turns reasonable; Sasuke gives him a wary look. “You're trying to pass for flesh and blood, right? You're not gonna go far if you can't pass a cup check.”
Sasuke is tempted to ask him to stop trying to use common sense to justify his assholish craziness, but that would be admitting that Naruto's got a point, so he doesn't say anything.
Naruto starts circling the table to join Sasuke as he tries to talk him into it. “The stick -- the memory stick I mean -- just has the software to integrate it to your neural net, give it some lifelike physiological responses and all that. It's got the baselines to calibrate it too -- how sensitive it should be and stuff, but you can change the settings yourself on the fly so you don't need to download that bit. And I checked the wires and plugs and stuff and it should fit an Uchiha-type just fine, so you're not gonna short yourself out the first time you dip it in -- OW.”
Naruto, Sasuke thinks with satisfaction, always seems to forget that Sasuke is heavier than he looks. And Sasuke is careful not to break his toes, so the subroutines are easy to ignore.
“...Son of a whore.”
“I'm not a son of anything.”
“Your production machine was a recycled sewer-bot.”
“And it still scores more IQ points than you do.”
Naruto grimaces at him. “Wow, a comeback that almost works.”
“How are your toes?” Sasuke asks pointedly, aiming his heel again.
“Oh, go stuff yourself with your detachable crotch, it's got to be more comfortable than that stick.”
Sasuke arches an eyebrow, and lets a smirk stretch his lips as he gives the contents of the box a meaningful look. “And here I thought you wanted to sit on my stick. It isn't double-ended, you know.”
When Naruto freezes and gapes at him, Sasuke realizes it might have sounded as if he was flirting back; but the look on Naruto's face and the long seconds of stunned silence are worth it.
“...My baby made a funny. I'm so proud! Oh yes, make another sex innuendo at daddy!”
“Daddy?” Sasuke repeats, trying to follow Naruto's train of thought. Even though experience so far has proved that Naruto's thoughts don't progress on train rails so much as on roller coasters.
“Who else is leading you on the road to manliness, dirty jokes and perverted thoughts?”
“...You'd be surprised to hear how foul-mouthed the hospital's residents can be. And on that note, I'm going to work.” Sasuke doesn't want to waste his afternoon snarking back and forth with Naruto. He leaves his stool, weighing the package in its box with some annoyance, and then goes to stash it in a corner with the rest of his things. “It will interfere with my armor-shift mode anyway,” he observes as he puts on a clean shirt.
“Gimme two days and I'll figure a way past that.”
Sasuke glares at Naruto over his shoulder. “Like I want you working on a strap-on dick when you should be working on my arm.”
Naruto huffs in false offense. “Hey, I bet I could even rig it to vibrate!”
Sasuke growls and slams the door closed behind him. Idiot.
“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, the worse Sasuke suspects it's going to be.
“Cause then someone would probably notice that my ID's a fake,” 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 easily manipulated.
“...Why is your ID a fake?”
“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 graces 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.
“Yep.” Naruto grins at him again; and then, faced with Sasuke's irritated look -- Sasuke has become proficient at 'you really must think I'm stupid' expressions in the last weeks -- he sighs. “It's mine as in I consider it mine. You're not gonna find a birth certificate for one Uzumaki Naruto. Well, yes, I mean, you're gonna find one, in the computer...”
“But there is no paper copy of it in the archives of the hospital supposed to have delivered it, is there.”
“Nope.”
Naruto drinks the last of his milk and gets up, finding a small space in the full sink to wedge his bowl. Sasuke gets the feeling that the furry imagines their interview has reached its end. Like hell.
“Naruto, your stabilizing program is helpful in its small way, but it isn't state of the art,” he comments slowly.
The blond turns around to look at him, tail held up and still. Sasuke meets his eyes, wiping all traces of expression from his face.
“It would be a shame if it was overloaded.”
“... You son of a bitch.”
Sasuke's stony expression doesn't shift, even though he wants to snarl back that Naruto really has no grounds to look so betrayed. “I'm a cop, Uzumaki. It's not a job for me; it's in my prime directives.”
Naruto deflates, ears drooping. “I know, I know... Still. I like you, man, but my life still isn't your business.”
But Sasuke's is Naruto's business, Sasuke thinks with some resentment. Naruto knows that Sasuke is an AI, not a human; and he forced him to talk about Itachi -- not the details, true, but he still knows that Itachi exists and that Sasuke will kill him one day. Nothing is more Sasuke's personal business than Itachi.
“I'm not on any 'wanted' list. I never robbed anyone. I never hurt anyone who didn't attack me first. I'm not plotting to overthrow the government.”
His vitals don't change much; Sasuke's subroutines quiet down. There's a possibility he is lying by omission, or is so good at appearing trustworthy that his heartbeat would keep steady as he hides his serial killer ways. But it's doubtful. “So you're an ideal citizen.”
“Well. Nah. I brawl and I make noise at night. And, uh, I buy stuff at the black market...” he suggests with a shrug.
“What kind of stuff?”
“Parts for my shop. Food. Alcohol.”
Sasuke snorts. So does everyone and their grandmother; and Sasuke's a lot more preoccupied with crimes than with misdemeanors.
“Drugs?” Sasuke asks, even though he seriously doubts Naruto would. Besides the government doesn't care much about recreational stuff; they only actively crack down on hard drugs. Unless Naruto is a silversnow dealer, Sasuke isn't going to care.
“Does buying some pot count?”
Pot, hah. Nowadays even tobacco is considered with more annoyance; pot's only listed as illegal because drug pushers didn't want to lose their income and lobbied to keep it out of the government's influence and free of taxes. Sasuke shrugs. “Only if you sell it back for a profit.”
“Then nope. Pot's for smoking with good buddies from time to time, that's all.” He grins at Sasuke. “It's really too bad you can't smoke. It would be good for you, you need to relax.”
Sasuke snorts. “Drugs are a delaying measure, not a solution.”
“Blahblahblah. You know, Tsunade needs a social worker too.”
“Fuck you.”
Naruto cracks up. Sasuke watches as the blond furry folds in two and laughs until he turns red from lack of air, and wonders what was so funny, exactly. It isn't like he never cursed around Naruto before.
“Oh, that's just so the perfect -- what's the word again? Segue! Perfect segue. Here's your present, prettybot. Catch!”
Sasuke catches; it's that or stopping the package with his face.
“...Why are you getting me a present?” he asks, suspicious. Naruto is snickering too much, and Sasuke hates being laughed at. His expression darkens; Naruto lifts his hands defensively and swallows a chuckle.
“Just 'cause I wanted to, promise.”
“I'm your customer and your lodger. I'm the one supposed to pay you.”
“Bah, I told you I only want to be reimbursed for my expenses, is all. Getting to work on you is its own reward.” Sasuke gives Naruto a long, unconvinced look. “...And there was a guy I know who had this and he owed me one, and he really had nothing I really wanted anyway. But it's good quality, really.”
Sasuke gives the bag in his hand a suspicious look, then reaches for the opening.
Naruto snickers. Sasuke is tempted to throw the present at his head, gratefulness be damned.
“Just tell me what's in that package first.”
Aaand Naruto is busting a gut laughing again.
“Naruto...”
“Just open and see!”
“I don't appreciate stupid jokes,” Sasuke retorts. Especially when they're at his expense.
Naruto sobers up. A bit. “No, no, come on, just open it! Really, there's something for you inside.”
Sasuke tears the plastic open, just so it can be over and done with. He finds a memory stick and a plain, gray cardboard box.
“I'm not downloading unknown data,” he warns Naruto.
“I'll recheck it for worms and Trojans if you want, but it's just software. Drivers and stuff.”
Something bumps softly against the inside of the box. Sasuke opens it; he doesn't want to question Naruto for ten minutes again, just to be told to check the box if he wants to know what the drivers are for.
“...I thought it wasn't a joke?” he asks softly as he stares down at Naruto's present in its nest of bubble wrap.
A snicker. “It isn't.”
“So then,” Sasuke continues, voice still as deceptively soft and controlled, “why are you laughing?”
“Dude, I'm not laughing at YOU. Dicks are always funny.”
Sasuke contemplates with sadistic enjoyment the possibility of stuffing the functional-looking cyborg penis and testicles he's just been gifted with up Naruto's ass.
Wait, he'd probably like it.
“You do realize I'm this close to punching you?” he asks mildly as Naruto chortles gleefully.
“Aw, come on, you're so uptight,” Naruto replies easily as he leans over the table and pulls out the genitals by the head.
So many wires wrapped under the protective plastic. Sasuke can't help but frown in puzzlement at the excessive number of neural fibers.
“Seriously, I didn't mean it as an insult; the guy just had it, and you've got none, and whaddya know, it's your exact skin tone. Well, a bit paler, but you don't look like a nudie beach kinda guy anyway.” Naruto's tone turns reasonable; Sasuke gives him a wary look. “You're trying to pass for flesh and blood, right? You're not gonna go far if you can't pass a cup check.”
Sasuke is tempted to ask him to stop trying to use common sense to justify his assholish craziness, but that would be admitting that Naruto's got a point, so he doesn't say anything.
Naruto starts circling the table to join Sasuke as he tries to talk him into it. “The stick -- the memory stick I mean -- just has the software to integrate it to your neural net, give it some lifelike physiological responses and all that. It's got the baselines to calibrate it too -- how sensitive it should be and stuff, but you can change the settings yourself on the fly so you don't need to download that bit. And I checked the wires and plugs and stuff and it should fit an Uchiha-type just fine, so you're not gonna short yourself out the first time you dip it in -- OW.”
Naruto, Sasuke thinks with satisfaction, always seems to forget that Sasuke is heavier than he looks. And Sasuke is careful not to break his toes, so the subroutines are easy to ignore.
“...Son of a whore.”
“I'm not a son of anything.”
“Your production machine was a recycled sewer-bot.”
“And it still scores more IQ points than you do.”
Naruto grimaces at him. “Wow, a comeback that almost works.”
“How are your toes?” Sasuke asks pointedly, aiming his heel again.
“Oh, go stuff yourself with your detachable crotch, it's got to be more comfortable than that stick.”
Sasuke arches an eyebrow, and lets a smirk stretch his lips as he gives the contents of the box a meaningful look. “And here I thought you wanted to sit on my stick. It isn't double-ended, you know.”
When Naruto freezes and gapes at him, Sasuke realizes it might have sounded as if he was flirting back; but the look on Naruto's face and the long seconds of stunned silence are worth it.
“...My baby made a funny. I'm so proud! Oh yes, make another sex innuendo at daddy!”
“Daddy?” Sasuke repeats, trying to follow Naruto's train of thought. Even though experience so far has proved that Naruto's thoughts don't progress on train rails so much as on roller coasters.
“Who else is leading you on the road to manliness, dirty jokes and perverted thoughts?”
“...You'd be surprised to hear how foul-mouthed the hospital's residents can be. And on that note, I'm going to work.” Sasuke doesn't want to waste his afternoon snarking back and forth with Naruto. He leaves his stool, weighing the package in its box with some annoyance, and then goes to stash it in a corner with the rest of his things. “It will interfere with my armor-shift mode anyway,” he observes as he puts on a clean shirt.
“Gimme two days and I'll figure a way past that.”
Sasuke glares at Naruto over his shoulder. “Like I want you working on a strap-on dick when you should be working on my arm.”
Naruto huffs in false offense. “Hey, I bet I could even rig it to vibrate!”
Sasuke growls and slams the door closed behind him. Idiot.
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"Dude, I'm not laughing at YOU. Dicks are always funny." This? So true. :-D
Also, the idea of Sasuke as a social worker kills me dead. And the fact that he's quibbling over the penis interfering with his armor mode is just hysterical for some reason.
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thanks, love^^
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*chokes on her ham sandwich* BWAhahahaha! *snicker*
I do so love SasuBot. And the double meaning of "weighing the package." *snicker*
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You don't need that second 'and' before "the worse."
my ID's a false
I think that needs to be either 'a false one' or 'a fake.' False is probably technically correct, but it's not used on its own like that. The same goes for when Sasuke asks him about it a little further down.
But there is no paper copy of it in the archives of the hospital supposed to have delivered it, isn't it.
You can't use "isn't it" at the end of a sentence like that one--with the way Sasuke stated what he did, it would have to be 'is there?'
Sasuke is tempted to ask him to stop trying to use common sense to justify his assholish craziness, but that would be admitting that Naruto's got a point, so he doesn't say anything.
There is nothing off with this sentence, it just made me snicker madly. Also the recycled sewer-bot line. <3
There, um, may have been other stuff, but I was too busy laughing to notice. Ahahaha, Naruto, just how awesome can you be?
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Naruto and Sasuke are PERFECT. I wish I was better at gushing... suffice to say I can't pick a favorite line.
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-shoves cookies down your throat-
-hyperventilates and must be taken to the hospital-
OH. MY. GOSH.
I KNEW that box was suspicious! as soon as Naruto started laughing at it. and the software? oh yeah baby, it's gunna be turned WAAAAY down if Sasuke has anything to say about it. Although Naruto MIGHT be able to override that if he wants to
or Ino-tech could (when she pops up) if she decides to root around in his subsystems.the bubblewrap Keels me. totally DED. and you can just tell that Naruto was actively looking for those bits and just 'happened' to find them. after all, he did say earlier he could get them for Sasuke if he wanted.
The fact that Sasuke stashes it away in a corner is priceless. and the banter?! Gosh, and I didn't think SukeBot could get any friggin' awesomer.
The love is too much for me.
+J+
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♥ huhuhu. naruto's subtle, isn't he ^^
*loves on you*^^
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You don't need the second 'and' there.
No, he would know that Sasuke isn't as easily manipulated.
You probably don't need the 'as', either.
Well, a bit paler, but you don't look like a nudie beach kinda guy anyway.
I...just got a horrible image of Naruto detaching Orochimaru's penis and giving it to Sasuke. AH MY EYES. *__*
Very enjoyable. I love how you do Naruto/Sasuke banter. ^^
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Naruto is appropriately cunning in keeping Sasuke occupied with something other than his own 'mysteriousness', and Sasuke's gradual development of a snarkier-yet-less-stiff personality are also coherent. I really enjoyed this bit! (but then again, I just love how you write Sasuke and Naruto's personalities, as a rule ^^)
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♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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And this: Sasuke can't help but frown in puzzlement at the excessive number of neural fibers.
Poor, naïve Sasuke. Perhaps Naruto will explain?
The ending hits the right note, I think. Sasuke is most definitely in denial. (And why is it that someone else has always already said whatever it is I'm thinking, only better than I could've? I'll have to voice my agreement with crazy_toffee's comments on Sasuke's personality.)
Sorry I didn't check back sooner to see if you wanted me to point out the little errors, but it looks like other people got 'em.
Segue is a bit of an odd choice of words--I had to look it up to make sure it could refer to things outside of music. But suggesting that you change it would entail me being able to think of something better to change it to. ^_^; There should be a more common English word for that--and I'm sure there is, but it'll wait to come to me until the middle of the night, like always.(Actually, nosing around on the Internet a bit, the word is more common than I thought. I'll shut up now. ^_^)
Using the pretext of being helpful as an excuse to read this lovely scene again, I did find this:
“So then,” Sasuke continues, voice still as deceptively soft and controlled, “why are you laughing?” Sounds better without "as".
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it's alright if you don't help with the errors, i've got so many people doing that already, it's fine^^
*snerk* yeah, i kept trying to find another word for that notion, but my brain wouldn't work . i might change it later^^
*editedit* thankies!
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So many wires wrapped under the protective plastic. Sasuke can't help but frown in puzzlement at the excessive number of neural fibers.
*leers* Don't worry I'm sure Naruto can show you why they're all necessary, babybot.
XDXDXD
Naruto's characterisation is so much love, and so very very perfect! ♥!
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thanks love^^
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My favourite bits! XD
Sasuke is tempted to ask him to stop trying to use common sense to justify his assholish craziness, but that would be admitting that Naruto's got a point, so he doesn't say anything.
*snickerfits* Poor Sasuke! Cornered by common sense and craziness in one fell swoop! XD
“...Son of a whore.”
“I'm not a son of anything.”
“Your production machine was a recycled sewer-bot.”
“And it still scores more IQ points than you do.”
*ROLLS* Way to get around the constraints of reality Naruto! XDDDDDDD
*snickerfits to death*
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The "aaand" was the only typo that I saw.
Naruto's complete and utter shock at Sasuke's stick comment was just so worth it. Oh wow. Oh god!
Did I mention that I love this story?
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thanks hon^^
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^___^ thanks for the laugh; I really needed it today!
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^__^ no poblem, love~
Now that is a real pick me up.
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thankee~
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i'll write more as soon as i figure out what happens next XD
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Yes Sasuke, listen to Naruto-logic on why you need a dick, we promise you'll like it~
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Please Please please do it!!
I'll get you like, damn near anything! I'll buy you a book that you want (belated b-day gift), or like, a gift certificate of you LJ!
Dude, this could be like, Naruto Fic History! ;_;
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We'll see what the muse says, but it's funnier if it stays a joke and naruto won't get to find out first-hand how it feels for ages anyway XD
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Sasukebot + fuzzy!perv!Naruto = <3 <3 <3
*feeds the muse more cookies* :D
~A
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I was hoping, with your permission and as a rabid lurker of your since um, 01?, that I could role play Saki-chan in
http://community.livejournal.com/worldendmall/profile
World End Mall.
I'm sorry if this is spamming your comments. -returns to lurking- Thankyou for your time and consideration.
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thanks, I needed this.
Oh, and I realised that Sasuke accepted the gift and put it with his things. XD
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♥
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