[Feeling perhaps as if he's made some mistake in showing the man how to contact him anywhere, any time, Sasuke stands resolutely as he is handed the blanket. He folds it under his right arm, gaze roaming on the floor in that period of silence where gratitude seems to fit best.]
Thank you.
[Somehow, this interaction began with him being harassed on the rooftop of a building. He cannot quite puzzle out how it changed, only that Rokurou has swept him into an inertia of friendliness and companionship difficult to decline. For the first time — against his will, buried deep in the fold of his thoughts, to be later examined and criticized — he feels a sense of homesickness. But not for the village where he was born and lived.]
I can't promise I will always respond quickly. [Instant communication, an Uchiha nightmare.] ... But if it's an emergency, let me know.
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Thank you.
[Somehow, this interaction began with him being harassed on the rooftop of a building. He cannot quite puzzle out how it changed, only that Rokurou has swept him into an inertia of friendliness and companionship difficult to decline. For the first time — against his will, buried deep in the fold of his thoughts, to be later examined and criticized — he feels a sense of homesickness. But not for the village where he was born and lived.]
I can't promise I will always respond quickly. [Instant communication, an Uchiha nightmare.] ... But if it's an emergency, let me know.