[ Naruto's arms slide down from the frame, and his hands tuck into the pockets of his pants as he steps back from the door. There's still a weight in the air, everything they've seen the night before, and haven't talked about- but it isn't unbearable. ]
[ it comes and goes; Sakura had been to see him just this morning before she left. he wonders if she went to Naruto, too. it would make the most sense. for as much affection as she holds for Sasuke himself, Naruto— he's something else.
he's always been something else.
Sasuke's brow inches up. ]
I never eat at this hour.
[ which is to say, he doesn't eat much, and normally lets Naruto do the choosing. ]
[ he only gets the briefest of glances before they're effectively inside, but he doesn't really fight it anyway. there's a table near the window that they're ushered towards and he's momentarily distracted by the people passing by. ]
[ Sasuke takes his seat without really looking up at first, picking up a menu and handing it to his partner. ]
I used to come here.
[ so, yes, he knows it. he'd come here a few times with Mustang and Saralegui, had been introduced to this culinary flavor. most of it was spaghetti, but Sasuke mostly liked the sauce. ]
[ shut up at least it isn't ramen. when the waiter comes over Sasuke orders something that sounds rather fancy (bruschetta), before looking across at Naruto. ]
You can't spend your whole time here only eating one thing.
[ Sasuke reaches across the table and pulls Naruto's menu down, laying it flat on the table. ]
[ his eyes widen just enough to telegraph CAUGHT in giant flashing letters. before naruto's hands flutter, suddenly empty. his gaze moves from the waiter, to sasuke before he finally settles on - ]
[ he nods to the waiter, who leaves to bring their initial food over, and sasuke points to one of the options on the menu. ]
Try that.
[ because he hasn't met anyone who's as fond as tomatoes as he is, and while Italian uses it in liberal amounts, he doubts Naruto would find it as appealing. he gestures to the pesto because it's mild enough to be flavorful without being too ambitious. ]
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Where d'you wanna go?
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he's always been something else.
Sasuke's brow inches up. ]
I never eat at this hour.
[ which is to say, he doesn't eat much, and normally lets Naruto do the choosing. ]
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[ the comment is waved off as they make their way out of the apartment, out of the complex. ]
A great shinobi's gotta eat great meals, everybody knows that.
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It's a wonder you're still alive.
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That's way better than what you're doing.
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[ what are you the lunch police. ]
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well since you let him pick, guess what you're having for breakfast. ]
Hmpfh.
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[ yeah dream on Naruto. he wraps his hand around Naruto's arm, just above his elbow, and drags him away from the front of Oodle Noodle. ]
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his sandals skid, and he almost trips over himself- but is effectively tugged after sasuke all the same ]
Eh- Hey!
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Come on. Eat something real for a change.
[ the bell over the door jingles as he opens it and crosses the threshold. ]
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Eh? You know this place?
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I used to come here.
[ so, yes, he knows it. he'd come here a few times with Mustang and Saralegui, had been introduced to this culinary flavor. most of it was spaghetti, but Sasuke mostly liked the sauce. ]
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naruto lifts the menu enough that it covers his confused glaring- but sits in silence, scanning the different pictures. ]
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You can't spend your whole time here only eating one thing.
[ Sasuke reaches across the table and pulls Naruto's menu down, laying it flat on the table. ]
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Then I'll do the same thing as you.
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Try that.
[ because he hasn't met anyone who's as fond as tomatoes as he is, and while Italian uses it in liberal amounts, he doubts Naruto would find it as appealing. he gestures to the pesto because it's mild enough to be flavorful without being too ambitious. ]