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[imwithdobe]

[Sasuke frowns in the mirror, turning right and left--looking at his stomach from every angle he can.

It's not that he's getting heavy--not really. But he's definitely noticed a marked increase in his appetite, and no matter how the running with Shisui is going, he can still tell he's gaining weight.

His stomach used to be flat as a board, each rib

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[brbpokingsasuke]

[ And downstairs is Itachi, looking perfect and lithe and thin as always, with his clearly defined muscle tone and barely an ounce of fat on his body. He's busy grading some art essays on Vincent van Gogh paintings of the students' choosing, wearing his thin, silver-framed glasses that he requires for small print, for his only flaw is that his eyesight is... weakening.

And that is a family secret, so if you utter a word of it Sasuke, you little porker...! ]

Ahem.

The scale is in the bathroom closet, Sasuke!

[ Ugh... God, whoever wrote this paper is totally getting a big, fat, RED 'F'... Oh look, it's Naruto... Itachi shrugs and marks down the grade on the essay and then moves onto the next one. ]

[imwithdobe]

[He lugs the scale out of the closet and strips off his clothes, stepping onto it.

Scowls. He may be getting pudgy, but at least he still has perfect eyesight, thankyouverymuch.

He yanks his clothes back on, running a towel through his hair again to stop it from dripping onto his shoulders. He pads down the stairs and sits on the floor next to Itachi.]

I've gained five pounds this week.

[brbpokingsasuke]

Is that so? [ scribblescribble ]

What is your current weight now?

[imwithdobe]

125. That's up ten from when I started taking the depakote.

[He hugs his stomach, flushing pink as he stares at the ground next to Aniki's heel. He won't tell, but it makes him feel--awkward.]

I look like a chick.