[ Shisui comes down the stairs wearing nothing but boxers and sporting a bad case of sex hair bed head. ]
[ He's on his way to the kitchen to get something to drink when he sees Sasuke and waves. ] Watcha watching?
[ Opens up the fridge and leans in, scouting around it for some orange juice he swore he saw last night... ] Hey, did you see the orange juice? 'Tachiiii?! Did you finish my juice again?
[Ordinarily, he'd be all fussed at the obviously post-sex state of his cousin--but just now, it's a relief to focus on something other than the overwhelming, sourceless pain in his head.]
We are watching My Neighbor Totoro as soon as Itachi gets down here and you put on some pants.
Oh? What's it about? [ He slams the fridge door shut and runs his fingers through his hair, messing up the curls a little more. ] Whew! Why is it so hot in here!? [ Maybe because you just uh... Nevermind, Shishi ♥ ]
[ Rejoice and be amazed, children... for Itachi has arisen from his post-sex slumber and has decided to indulge you with the pleasure of his company. Aren't you quite happy? ]
...What movie are we watching?
[ Unlike Shisui, Itachi has no shame. He saunters downstairs in that cat-like manner of his in naught but a pair of fitted plain black boxer-briefs, hair loose and slightly tangled here and there and goes straight to the fridge for a glass of milk... except... ]
.......Shisui. You drank all of the milk again, didn't you? And from the carton no less.
[He sits up abruptly from his position on SHisui's lap, face heating up at being caught looking like such a kid. That, and Itachi doesn't need to stress out about his deteriorating mental condition.
He scoots over to the middle cushion and drags the blanket over his lap, queuing up the movie to start.] Totoro.
Of course you do. And that's why after the movie you're going to go and get more milk. A gallon this time, not a measly carton. And more orange juice, too. Then I think I'll have you stop and get me a big, sexy, artery-clogging bacon cheeseburger... and get me a large french fry this time.
[ Itachi is thin and willowy and lithe and perfect enough that one night of pigging out on junk food won't hurt his oh-so-amazing physique in the slightest. ]
Totoro... Cute. [ shoves Shisui down on the sofa and makes himself comfortable by sitting next to him and draping a leg over lap loosely ]
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[ He's on his way to the kitchen to get something to drink when he sees Sasuke and waves. ] Watcha watching?
[ Opens up the fridge and leans in, scouting around it for some orange juice he swore he saw last night... ] Hey, did you see the orange juice? 'Tachiiii?! Did you finish my juice again?
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We are watching My Neighbor Totoro as soon as Itachi gets down here and you put on some pants.
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...What movie are we watching?
[ Unlike Shisui, Itachi has no shame. He saunters downstairs in that cat-like manner of his in naught but a pair of fitted plain black boxer-briefs, hair loose and slightly tangled here and there and goes straight to the fridge for a glass of milk... except... ]
.......Shisui. You drank all of the milk again, didn't you? And from the carton no less.
Pig.
[ frown ]
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He scoots over to the middle cushion and drags the blanket over his lap, queuing up the movie to start.] Totoro.
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[ Ah-- He notices Itachi's frown... ] Um. I'm sorry? I... I love you too?
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[ Itachi is thin and willowy and lithe and perfect enough that one night of pigging out on junk food won't hurt his oh-so-amazing physique in the slightest. ]
Totoro... Cute. [ shoves Shisui down on the sofa and makes himself comfortable by sitting next to him and draping a leg over lap loosely ]
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