[ 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 β this one trying to peddle fried rice β 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 isβ [ 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 ridiculousβhe 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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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 β this one trying to peddle fried rice β 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 isβ [ 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 ridiculousβhe 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?