No, I'm not viewing this so frivolously. What I'm saying is you wouldn't benefit from knowing, and the story is one that isn't as easy to tell as yours. [ That's part of it. Of course, that's part of it. But Kakashi isn't wrong to approach it as if it's a small part. ]
... you won't like what I have to say, Kakashi. [ Finally, though it's quieter than before. ]
So what? (blasé rhetoric for something deserving of his full, sober attention. it emphasizes how positive he is that he needs to hear it, enough to be frivolous whereas sasuke can't.) Whether I like what you have to say or not doesn't matter.
(he no longer has the luxury of being able to pick and choose the things he wants to hear... if he ever did. unable to be there for his team when they needed him, he's now forced to let go of all of them. naruto is leaving with jiraiya, sakura has secured an apprenticeship with tsunade, and sasuke—if only he'd been less selective and listened to him closely from the start, maybe sasuke wouldn't have sought out orochimaru.
if this is his second chance, he won't fail this time.)
You're shouldering something alone, and it's my duty to share in that.
(they round the corner of the tenth block. his guess—or perhaps keen estimation—of their distance from the outdoor market was accurate. it's grander than the slums they just waded through, causing him to stare until colours blur and blend.
a single blink puts him back on track, and he casts a sidelong look at sasuke.)
Well... it looks like we'll have to discuss it later after all.
[ Giving him an answer now means the same as it did when he was his student. If it's in line with what he's being asked and feedback is welcomed? It's accepted. If it's against what Kakashi believes is best for him or his team? It can't be entertained.
Sasuke drew a line in the sand, Kakashi stepped over it.
And now here they are at their destination and he wants to table a conversation that's already over. Somehow, it's nostalgic, but not in a way that boosts his mood. ]
We've discussed it. You're relieved of your duty, Kakashi.
[ The tarps over the various stalls, dyed with clashing colors and presentations which defy any sort of structure or planning, are sure to provide at least partial shielding from the incoming rain, and as such Sasuke makes for the nearest one without bothering to check what's for sale. It's to his detriment when he's immediately offered free samples of some kind of fried mystery meat, but a dismissive turn away proves even more effective than a stern no. Disgusting. ]
(to beg to differ aloud would be to act petty in the face of a junior and kakashi can't have that. his duty will never be over; whether sasuke likes it or not, he's the closest thing he's had to family in years.
he joins him in dismissing the meat after that but manages a more polite "no thanks" in the wake of sasuke who proceeds further beneath multicoloured canopies. assuming the radishes are for pickling and becoming possessed by the desire to eat some, his eye sweeps the area for both them and any dangers that might disturb them, finding no sign of either.)
It's not looking good. There's a poor selection... We might have to look uptown.
(with his forearm, a curtain hung to separate stalls is parted. behind it, wooden boxes lie filled with vegetables of middling quality. sprouting potatoes, cobs of corn with patches of shrivelled kernels, eggplants with thumbprint bruises, and more of the same all the way down.
they're marked down in cost, but will they pass a sniff test? a too-soft tomato is held in hand, giving off a bittersweet scent that makes him turn his head to seek sasuke.)
Hey, over here. These might work if we cook 'em today. I'll bet all the bad ones are placed on top.
[ Kakashi doesn't respond to his bluntness, and while he should feel gratified instead there's that small part of him, that tiny part that still sees through the eyes of a young boy wanting his teacher's attention, that wants to get a rise instead. How annoying... it's childish to hang on his words, isn't it? One day he'll consciously accept and acknowledge that his teacher is more measured and patient than he is, but today is not that day.
Instead he turns his focus fully onto their task, nose nowhere near as sharp as the part-canine's behind him but the sheer visual spectacle of what's on offer doesn't inspire confidence. There's far more cooked than raw, and that already hints at the stall owners' insecurity about the produce on offer. Turning away from another vendor – this one trying to peddle fried rice – he returns to Kakashi. ]
... hm. [ Displeasure radiates from the single sound. ]
Nothing worth eating on its own, then. Even in a soup broth, this quality is– [ You can take the boy out of the noble clan but you can't take the noble clan out of the boy. ]
Very well. It'll pass. But in this case there's something else we should be looking for here, and that's soil.
Eh, (kakashi sighs. he isn't seeking to complete sasuke's sentences, but their thoughts on the food, at least, align well enough that it happens organically.
as organically as these vegetables aren't. there's something synthetic about them, which fits given the setting.)
Planning on growing your own, huh? (he's assigned both hands the task of digging down into the display bins for the best and brightest produce to present to sasuke over his shoulder.) Makes sense. It's better to know what you're putting in your body anyway. Who knows where these have been...
... You know, it might be enjoyable. As a hobby, I mean.
It'd be preferable for a number of reasons, though that one is the most important. [ It would also save him this trip. Save them this trip.
Being out and about isn't inherently problematic but he'd prefer to keep a lower profile, and being reliant on inconsistent food quality at the end of the journey just leaves an even more sour taste in his mouth. ]
As for your ulterior motive, you can stop while you're ahead. [ The calm accusation matches a placid expression, staring down at each vegetable as it's revealed. The rinnegan's violet is always present, so who's to say when its ocular prowess is or isn't activated? Surely he wouldn't need to abuse such keen eyesight for something so frivolous. ]
Everyone needs a hobby. (a point that's stressed while kakashi flees from eye contact with sasuke as "you especially" goes unsaid. he likes to think it forms its own statement in the crushing silence that follows.
using his eye for something so ridiculous—he suspects sasuke of it, but has no proof or desire to catch him up. it's one of the most boyish things he's done since arriving.
he's now letting three potatoes plunge forgotten back into the bin to unearth the one sasuke's indicated, perfectly happy to follow his order when it leads to something good. the only palatable potato is raised up like something holy. what sparse light there is shines through the clouds and focuses on it until it's gone all at once. the rain comes then, and not slowly or subtly. it drops what it's cached onto the canopies overhead that become distended like starving bellies.)
Aaah, I should've known. What a bother. (the potato noses into the bag over sasuke's shoulder with the help of a brutish push from kakashi. hold onto this, pack mule.) Our goal hasn't changed... Let's just continue to find what we need. Maybe it'll let up. What about those bins over there?
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No, I'm not viewing this so frivolously. What I'm saying is you wouldn't benefit from knowing, and the story is one that isn't as easy to tell as yours. [ That's part of it. Of course, that's part of it. But Kakashi isn't wrong to approach it as if it's a small part. ]
... you won't like what I have to say, Kakashi. [ Finally, though it's quieter than before. ]
And my answer isn't going to change.
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(he no longer has the luxury of being able to pick and choose the things he wants to hear... if he ever did. unable to be there for his team when they needed him, he's now forced to let go of all of them. naruto is leaving with jiraiya, sakura has secured an apprenticeship with tsunade, and sasuke—if only he'd been less selective and listened to him closely from the start, maybe sasuke wouldn't have sought out orochimaru.
if this is his second chance, he won't fail this time.)
You're shouldering something alone, and it's my duty to share in that.
(they round the corner of the tenth block. his guess—or perhaps keen estimation—of their distance from the outdoor market was accurate. it's grander than the slums they just waded through, causing him to stare until colours blur and blend.
a single blink puts him back on track, and he casts a sidelong look at sasuke.)
Well... it looks like we'll have to discuss it later after all.
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Sasuke drew a line in the sand, Kakashi stepped over it.
And now here they are at their destination and he wants to table a conversation that's already over. Somehow, it's nostalgic, but not in a way that boosts his mood. ]
We've discussed it. You're relieved of your duty, Kakashi.
[ The tarps over the various stalls, dyed with clashing colors and presentations which defy any sort of structure or planning, are sure to provide at least partial shielding from the incoming rain, and as such Sasuke makes for the nearest one without bothering to check what's for sale. It's to his detriment when he's immediately offered free samples of some kind of fried mystery meat, but a dismissive turn away proves even more effective than a stern no. Disgusting. ]
Keep an eye out for radishes.
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he joins him in dismissing the meat after that but manages a more polite "no thanks" in the wake of sasuke who proceeds further beneath multicoloured canopies. assuming the radishes are for pickling and becoming possessed by the desire to eat some, his eye sweeps the area for both them and any dangers that might disturb them, finding no sign of either.)
It's not looking good. There's a poor selection... We might have to look uptown.
(with his forearm, a curtain hung to separate stalls is parted. behind it, wooden boxes lie filled with vegetables of middling quality. sprouting potatoes, cobs of corn with patches of shrivelled kernels, eggplants with thumbprint bruises, and more of the same all the way down.
they're marked down in cost, but will they pass a sniff test? a too-soft tomato is held in hand, giving off a bittersweet scent that makes him turn his head to seek sasuke.)
Hey, over here. These might work if we cook 'em today. I'll bet all the bad ones are placed on top.
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Instead he turns his focus fully onto their task, nose nowhere near as sharp as the part-canine's behind him but the sheer visual spectacle of what's on offer doesn't inspire confidence. There's far more cooked than raw, and that already hints at the stall owners' insecurity about the produce on offer. Turning away from another vendor – this one trying to peddle fried rice – he returns to Kakashi. ]
... hm. [ Displeasure radiates from the single sound. ]
Nothing worth eating on its own, then. Even in a soup broth, this quality is– [ You can take the boy out of the noble clan but you can't take the noble clan out of the boy. ]
Very well. It'll pass. But in this case there's something else we should be looking for here, and that's soil.
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as organically as these vegetables aren't. there's something synthetic about them, which fits given the setting.)
Planning on growing your own, huh? (he's assigned both hands the task of digging down into the display bins for the best and brightest produce to present to sasuke over his shoulder.) Makes sense. It's better to know what you're putting in your body anyway. Who knows where these have been...
... You know, it might be enjoyable. As a hobby, I mean.
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Being out and about isn't inherently problematic but he'd prefer to keep a lower profile, and being reliant on inconsistent food quality at the end of the journey just leaves an even more sour taste in his mouth. ]
As for your ulterior motive, you can stop while you're ahead. [ The calm accusation matches a placid expression, staring down at each vegetable as it's revealed. The rinnegan's violet is always present, so who's to say when its ocular prowess is or isn't activated? Surely he wouldn't need to abuse such keen eyesight for something so frivolous. ]
... go back. The last one.
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using his eye for something so ridiculous—he suspects sasuke of it, but has no proof or desire to catch him up. it's one of the most boyish things he's done since arriving.
he's now letting three potatoes plunge forgotten back into the bin to unearth the one sasuke's indicated, perfectly happy to follow his order when it leads to something good. the only palatable potato is raised up like something holy. what sparse light there is shines through the clouds and focuses on it until it's gone all at once. the rain comes then, and not slowly or subtly. it drops what it's cached onto the canopies overhead that become distended like starving bellies.)
Aaah, I should've known. What a bother. (the potato noses into the bag over sasuke's shoulder with the help of a brutish push from kakashi. hold onto this, pack mule.) Our goal hasn't changed... Let's just continue to find what we need. Maybe it'll let up. What about those bins over there?