𝚊𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚖, 𝚒𝚗-𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡.

[coherer]

sadwhore04:

if a demon possessed me i'd just b like ok take it from here good luck man

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[eyeforaneye]

I can go over there if it isn't a problem for you. I could use the exercise.

[ Which is to say he's feeling anxious, something that's completely unlike him. Fidgety, almost. Frustrated, and altogether too hungry considering what he's already had today. That, on top of the muscle aches and pounding in his head– ]

[coherer]

(oh.)

Sure, c'mon over. Legit just spent all evening trying to beat the dust out of the furniture, so you get to see it all cleaned up.

Don't bother knocking, just come right in. idk where Stiles is, but he could be sleeping so.

[eyeforaneye]

I can do some work for you to pay you back if you're interested. I'm stronger than I look.

[ An understatement. A distraction for himself, too, as he starts to work his way through the town proper to get to the address he'd been given before. He knows the way; he'd mapped it immediately after he received it. ]

[coherer]

(meanwhile, jonas heads to the washroom to take a leak, then attempts to find his discarded pants in the dark. manages with a tap of his watch screen.)

No way, I'm good for it. Just hit me up with some food in exchange some time. We could go out and grab something.

What's your ETA do you think?

[eyeforaneye]

Four minutes. You have time to hide anything personal.

[ Salacious.

Of course Sasuke is thinking about things related to his job or things that belong to Stiles, but no matter. ] I'll buy you something another time. I'll need to earn money first.

[coherer]

Hahaha like what?? We've only been here almost two weeks.

(four minutes. that gives him enough time to find his old t-shirt, head quietly downstairs, and rifle through their cabinets.)

Have you looked at any places for jobs, or seen those quests everyone's talking about?

[eyeforaneye]

Drugs or alcohol, maybe.

And I've seen them. I'm taking my time in making a decision, it hasn't been hard to get a meal in return for washing dishes. But right now most places are closed.

[coherer]

ik I look like I do, but I actually haven't partied that much. I'll hide these weird, soft-core love letters I found bookmarking the pages of a journal at Inkspell, how about that? Don't tell anyone LMAO

(desperately wants to ask him how he washes dishes with one hand. again, not knowing if it's ableist or not, refrains.)

You don't have to go hungry or anything, I don't mind giving you food. What am I going to even use cunes for anyway? I gotta buy some more clothes and maybe some school supplies, but that's about it.

[eyeforaneye]

Are you what alcoholics look like where you're from?

[ Strange, and another topic worthy of stealing his attention. Jonas? He's large, perhaps it would take him a while to get drunk... ]

I've been planning my meals properly, but I believe the transformation is increasing my appetite. I won't make a mistake like this again in the future.

[coherer]

I don't think so?? Stereotypical alcoholics look like balding old dudes with red, bulbous, veiny noses. Clearly I don't fit that description, but people have their biases lol.

Eating more isn't the worst thing ever. That seems pretty mild, all things considered. I'll be sure to whip you up the choicest sandwich of all time. It should fill you right up.

(begins to construct the double decker club sandwich.)

[eyeforaneye]

If you had been in my world I would've assumed you were a fisherman or an apprentice merchant.

[ But then again the only alcoholics he's met were Jiraiya and Tsunade. Certainly neither were balding... Then there were the shinobi that'd haunt the bars each night after missions. The ones that weren't cutting it. The ones that had clearly lived past their expiration date for such work. Sasuke remembers walking past them on his own journey home, trying his best not to hear their conversations. ]

Thank you. This is the most pressing of the symptoms. I'll have to make serious adjustments.

[coherer]

(a bit distracted texting others, but he always comes back to sasuke within the minute. he should be arriving soon regardless, sure that discussing this face to face will be almost preferable for both of them.

jonas hopes he's doing alright with everything. staying alone traps you in your own head.)

Seriously, don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me, right? So it's a win-win for the both of us.

Do you like pickles?

[eyeforaneye]

I would, but that isn't the same thing.

[ Not that he'll elaborate. Saying anything at all is the result of a moment of weakness, not aware yet that he'll regret this entire night come morning. ]

Pickled what? I'm almost on your street.

[coherer]

Gotcha.

And pickled pickles. They're just called pickles. I guess they were cucumbers at one point?

Why is it so different anyway? (Not pickle vs. cucumber, the other thing.)

(placing the jar of pickles to the side so sasuke can assess them, choosing instead to find a knife for the cheese.

sharp cheddar? whatever. it's going on the sliced bread.)

[eyeforaneye]

We say tsukemono. It could be ginger, lotus root, cucumber, cabbage, plum, turnip, daikon, a few others. I don't like sweet brines. Some chili sauce is okay, no sugar.

[ And very shortly after he hits send, he's arriving. ]