[The only pictures of him and Senri aren't even of him and Senri. It's of Senri taking dumbass, embarrassing pictures of him being stupid shit.]
We have cameras in my world. They are similar to Ray's. We have technology--television, movies, radios. [But it's all basically from the 80s. He's quiet for a few floors.] Our teacher has one of us. Team 7. I don't know if he still has it.
Maybe... if I can get a copy, I'll show you. Later.
[ it's said softly. for the longest time, all takaomi really knew about sasuke was that he had a friend named naruto who reminded him of senri. he's curious to see him, and the rest of them. ]
[He glances at Taka out of the corner of his eye, face soft. And then he looks away again, almost like he's shy.
The doors to the floor with the restaurant open, and he steps out now that he's released, though he does wait on Taka rather than leave the other boy behind.]
[Actually... Sasuke can't ever remember having anything fancy. For him, fancy was... maybe the time Itachi cooked such a full course meal when their parents went out of town, back when they were young.
But being an orphan...
It's evident he's very out of his element when they step into the restaurant. It's Parisian. It's extra. There's an alcoholic bar and there's two bars of buffet, one with things for salad and one with Sasuke doesn't know what all else. There's more pomp and circumstance with all of the tables, the host, the menus, the atmosphere.
He feels... out of place, and he's deathly quiet following behind Taka and the host, except... On the far side, floor to ceiling windows line one edge of what must the hotel. He doesn't know the view, but they're higher than ground floor, and he can see... pieces of a city similar to Shibuya, something he hasn't ever really experienced aside from then. The architecture is so different than Konoha. His feet slow to a stop.
He stares out at it with an uncertain yet curious expression.]
Paris. Nice view, huh? It'll be better if we were higher up.
[ he glances towards the ceiling as he says that, and then he softly nudges at sasuke with his elbow. ]
We can find a table closer to that, if you want.
[ since it'll be the closest that they'll get to the actual city while here.
it's always a little funny, seeing people react to locations he's rather used to. takaomi has felt largely out of place here, since everyone else seemed more prepared for this type of setting; they've faced monsters and death and things that taka never experienced outside of a video game until he arrived.
so it makes him pause, seeing someone taken aback by things like anime or school or this: a nice restaurant with a nice view. ]
[The elbow gets him out of the reverie, though he looks a bit embarrassed at getting caught staring out of the windows.] Mm. Okay. [Here, Shibuya, the elite academy, the night-life city, the suburbs... just about every place has been an enigma to Sasuke. Even the more medieval ones.
The only places he can think which felt even remotely like home was Inaba and Cunning's camp, and both were still very different.
Taka has maybe seen Sasuke this way only once before (or a few here and there, depending): when they showed him the video games, when he spent the first half an hour in quiet wonder about advanced technology.]
Do you know how to read the menu to know what we're ordering? [A pause. What would they call it???] ...Paris...an...? [look
[When Taka starts walking, Sasuke follows after and sits at the table, maneuvering the bags around under the table to the side. The moment he looks over the menu, he realizes he won’t be able to read shit. Even if it’s in English. He doesn’t know shit. Sigh.
He glances up at Taka, brows furrowed.] What’s on it? [His eye drops to... ah yes. Forks and spoons. He makes a face.]
[Western food. Weird!!] I haven’t ever been to a place like this. Just... ramen shops or sushi shops. Mostly... I made my own. The food in Shibuya and Inaba were what I’m use to having. [Pls. He’s a peasant. He doesn’t know any fancy dishes.]
[He won’t complain. As long as it isn’t sweet. Oh yeah.] Is there anything... with tomatoes? [He’s peering at the menu, but it’s fancy without pictures. Just elegant font and descriptions.] I don’t want anything sweet.
And... rice, I guess. [A pause.] What are you getting?
[Sasuke watches long enough to see if ordering is the same as back home, and it seems to be mostly.
So he turns his head and peers out of the window nearby, eye flickering over what he can see of the rest of the city. Yeah, the architecture really is different now that he’s closer. Even more different than Shibuya and Inaba.]
I don't know. It's... different. Shibuya was... busy.
[This place seems a little busy. He supposes. The view outside of the window seems... static, no time passing by. Like a moving picture, but one which never changes.]
Konoha is a village at the bottom of a mountain, surrounded by a forest. Konohagakure. The Village Hidden in the Leaves. [He's a country boy. Kinda.] I'll get use to it.
The reflection of him in the window gets the barest hints of a smile at the corner of his lips. He laughs, very quiet, an unused sound.] I know. [That would sure be something.
His gaze stays peering out of the window, but the look is distant.] I know Senri is trying to be optimistic, but... I probably won't get into your school. There's nothing to identify who I am. I'm not even from your world.
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Yeah. It was in the parlor with his things.
[He hopes Ray doesn't mind them borrowing it for gay reasons, like trying to prove to Senri they actually went out together. Poor Ray...]
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Have you used it before this?
[ he assumes with senri. ]
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[The only pictures of him and Senri aren't even of him and Senri. It's of Senri taking dumbass, embarrassing pictures of him being stupid shit.]
We have cameras in my world. They are similar to Ray's. We have technology--television, movies, radios. [But it's all basically from the 80s. He's quiet for a few floors.] Our teacher has one of us. Team 7. I don't know if he still has it.
Maybe... if I can get a copy, I'll show you. Later.
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[ it's said softly. for the longest time, all takaomi really knew about sasuke was that he had a friend named naruto who reminded him of senri. he's curious to see him, and the rest of them. ]
Try to. I want to see it.
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The doors to the floor with the restaurant open, and he steps out now that he's released, though he does wait on Taka rather than leave the other boy behind.]
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he gets pleased over the simplest things, really. ]
The selection here is probably really fancy.
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[Actually... Sasuke can't ever remember having anything fancy. For him, fancy was... maybe the time Itachi cooked such a full course meal when their parents went out of town, back when they were young.
But being an orphan...
It's evident he's very out of his element when they step into the restaurant. It's Parisian. It's extra. There's an alcoholic bar and there's two bars of buffet, one with things for salad and one with Sasuke doesn't know what all else. There's more pomp and circumstance with all of the tables, the host, the menus, the atmosphere.
He feels... out of place, and he's deathly quiet following behind Taka and the host, except... On the far side, floor to ceiling windows line one edge of what must the hotel. He doesn't know the view, but they're higher than ground floor, and he can see... pieces of a city similar to Shibuya, something he hasn't ever really experienced aside from then. The architecture is so different than Konoha. His feet slow to a stop.
He stares out at it with an uncertain yet curious expression.]
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[ he glances towards the ceiling as he says that, and then he softly nudges at sasuke with his elbow. ]
We can find a table closer to that, if you want.
[ since it'll be the closest that they'll get to the actual city while here.
it's always a little funny, seeing people react to locations he's rather used to. takaomi has felt largely out of place here, since everyone else seemed more prepared for this type of setting; they've faced monsters and death and things that taka never experienced outside of a video game until he arrived.
so it makes him pause, seeing someone taken aback by things like anime or school or this: a nice restaurant with a nice view. ]
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The only places he can think which felt even remotely like home was Inaba and Cunning's camp, and both were still very different.
Taka has maybe seen Sasuke this way only once before (or a few here and there, depending): when they showed him the video games, when he spent the first half an hour in quiet wonder about advanced technology.]
Do you know how to read the menu to know what we're ordering? [A pause. What would they call it???] ...Paris...an...? [look
he don't know "france" so he don't know "french"]
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[ he starts walking to one of the tables, but moves slowly enough so that he won't get too far away from sasuke before he thinks to follow along. ]
The country is France, and the language is French.
[ it's all he says when he sits down and then picks up the menu that a waiter left. ]
We should be fine.
hits post by mistake smh
[When Taka starts walking, Sasuke follows after and sits at the table, maneuvering the bags around under the table to the side. The moment he looks over the menu, he realizes he won’t be able to read shit. Even if it’s in English. He doesn’t know shit. Sigh.
He glances up at Taka, brows furrowed.] What’s on it? [His eye drops to... ah yes. Forks and spoons. He makes a face.]
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[ and for them it's FREE which is fantastic. ]
What kind of food are you in the mood for though?
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[Western food. Weird!!] I haven’t ever been to a place like this. Just... ramen shops or sushi shops. Mostly... I made my own. The food in Shibuya and Inaba were what I’m use to having. [Pls. He’s a peasant. He doesn’t know any fancy dishes.]
Mm... Lobster...?
[As in, should he?]
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[ he's saying don't expect too many large and fancy lobster meals back in tokyo. ]
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[He won’t complain. As long as it isn’t sweet. Oh yeah.] Is there anything... with tomatoes? [He’s peering at the menu, but it’s fancy without pictures. Just elegant font and descriptions.] I don’t want anything sweet.
And... rice, I guess. [A pause.] What are you getting?
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[ he says it in a duh tone, because taka is
a fucking loser.
he looks through the menu though. ]
Salad is easy enough for tomatoes.
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I’ll take one, too.
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[ he's surprised? they're like, gourmet burgers and are fancy, but he didn't really expect someone else to go for them.
taka just has a bias. ]
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[Look. Everything else is TOO fancy and maybe a burger is a bit of normalcy.]
I’m sure.
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[ he is... way too pleased about this, it's very bad.
but he'll call a waiter over to give their order. ]
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So he turns his head and peers out of the window nearby, eye flickering over what he can see of the rest of the city. Yeah, the architecture really is different now that he’s closer. Even more different than Shibuya and Inaba.]
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... and then he goes back to looking around the restaurant, because staring at sasuke while he looks at something else feels awkward. ]
Do you think you like it? The city?
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[This place seems a little busy. He supposes. The view outside of the window seems... static, no time passing by. Like a moving picture, but one which never changes.]
Konoha is a village at the bottom of a mountain, surrounded by a forest. Konohagakure. The Village Hidden in the Leaves. [He's a country boy. Kinda.] I'll get use to it.
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[ he's going to assume that senri has mentioned yuma before because normally he cannot shut up about yuma. ]
Although there's probably no ninjas where he lives.
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The reflection of him in the window gets the barest hints of a smile at the corner of his lips. He laughs, very quiet, an unused sound.] I know. [That would sure be something.
His gaze stays peering out of the window, but the look is distant.] I know Senri is trying to be optimistic, but... I probably won't get into your school. There's nothing to identify who I am. I'm not even from your world.
The only thing I've been good at is combat.
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