Then... a strawberry-peach parfait, and a coffee parfait. Both to go.
[ the waiter hurries off with their order.
once they're alone again, taka glances out the window. he figures senri would probably yell at him for not talking more whenever there's periods of long silence, but whatever. he's trying. ]
[It’s fine. Sasuke sits in the silence like it doesn’t bother him, like it’s preferred over having to bullshit conversation. After a bit, he shifts to get the camera out of the bag beneath the table. He peers at the restaurant and then the window, deciding. He takes a picture out of the window of pieces of Paris on the other side.
The photo goes into his pocket and the camera goes back into the bag. Weird.
He thinks he might be a little fond of it now that he’s actually been playing with it for a while.]
I never thought to worry about something so... [Not "stupid," but... trivial maybe? He doesn't come up with the word he's looking for, so he doesn't finish.] It's... sort of interesting.
[He glances at the dessert. This one isn't going to taste as good either, is it, he wonders. Maybe... friends making you things is what makes them taste better in the end.]
[ he wonders what sasuke was going to end the sentence with originally, but just shrugs it off and settles for standing up. he picks up his own parfait. ]
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[ so he won't have to wait.
he picks up the dessert menu to quickly scan it, before calling the waiter over. ]
Can I get a parfait? And... [ he glances at sasuke. ] We could ask them to bring something that isn't sweet for you.
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A parfait, but... coffee. A coffee parfait.
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[ the waiter hurries off with their order.
once they're alone again, taka glances out the window. he figures senri would probably yell at him for not talking more whenever there's periods of long silence, but whatever. he's trying. ]
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The photo goes into his pocket and the camera goes back into the bag. Weird.
He thinks he might be a little fond of it now that he’s actually been playing with it for a while.]
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another moment passes, and the waiter brings them their dessert. ]
You really like that thing, huh?
[ the camera. ]
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[He glances at the dessert. This one isn't going to taste as good either, is it, he wonders. Maybe... friends making you things is what makes them taste better in the end.]
I'm ready when you are.
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Yeah, let's go.