[The elusive and sticky little fingers of a lone imp opens the feed just as Zero's fist - blackened with ink from mid-forearm to the tips of his long fingers - slams back against a navy and white tiled bathroom wall with a thick, though sharp sounding crack!, splintering the ceramic. Small chunks and bits of those tiles crumble to the floor where
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[It's a side he hasn't yet seen of this man, and it draws his attention surely enough. Off doesn't even begin to describe, though the implications. . .half-pieced as his picture was of things, it was enough to start drawing lines.
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What have you gotten yourself into this time, Zero?
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A pointed gaze, eyes lighter than usual... almost too bright, even. They avert, however, camera shifting when he winces from a spike of pain.]
Tch...!
... This has nothing to do with you...
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It was simply a question. Whether you want to suffer or not is your choice alone. I have no intention of forcing you to do anything.
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Go on and tell me something I'm -not already aware of, won't you, Sasuke?
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[But he's watching, quiet yet intent, at all those dead give-aways, the little acts that betray you constantly, Zero.]
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[And with that, Sasuke disconnects the feed.]
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