saucey | 五十八;「filtered from akatsuki」

Would anyone happen to have any cold medicine?

You gonna cooperate with me now?

Well I can see who's attitude you inherited, otuoto.

[That caught him off guard.]

Yeah?

[He looked down with a sigh, a mixture of defeat and his own distaste troubling him. He just had an epiphany. It's quite sad.]

So be it. I give up.

Nii-san?

[He kneels down next to the bed and folds his arms across the edge of the bed.]

[He watches him silently.]

I just don't want anything to happen to you.

[A hand reached out to rest on top of that insane hair on top of his head.]

It is merely a cold, Sasuke.

[He's missed that hand on his head.]

So don't push yourself and make it worse.

[Now he's ruffling your hair. Do you miss that?]

Listen to me for a change and perhaps I can spare myself some trouble.

[He huffs. No, no he didn't :|]

You push yourself harder than I do. Except your body can't handle it.

[Too bad, Itachi did.]

You speak unknowingly. I can handle more than you think.

You're sick. I'd like to have a brother.

You have one. A could will not bring me down.

[Hopefully.]

Good.

	
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