[ Why did Momo think he could chaperone Sasuke when Sasuke Uchiha has actually seen war, whereas the biggest of Momo's childhood problems is that he hurt his leg playing soccer? A real mystery.
But the fact of the matter is that this stupid fucking nerdlord follows Sasuke all the way to Flavo anyway, even after the conversation's dried up into a husk of a corpse that they trample over. As if anyone asked or even needs help from a 20-something who is, in fact, a lot less remarkable than his stage persona.
When they finally hit Flavo, just on the outskirts of all of those ominous trees and thorns, Momo heaves a breath. ]
—This is like something out of Snow White, isn't it? Or maybe Goldilocks and the Three Bears... [ He laughs. Lowers his shoulders. ] Be careful, Sasuke-san. Don't drink soup that's been set out on tables or accept apples from strangers from here on out, okay?
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But the fact of the matter is that this stupid fucking nerdlord follows Sasuke all the way to Flavo anyway, even after the conversation's dried up into a husk of a corpse that they trample over. As if anyone asked or even needs help from a 20-something who is, in fact, a lot less remarkable than his stage persona.
When they finally hit Flavo, just on the outskirts of all of those ominous trees and thorns, Momo heaves a breath. ]
—This is like something out of Snow White, isn't it? Or maybe Goldilocks and the Three Bears... [ He laughs. Lowers his shoulders. ] Be careful, Sasuke-san. Don't drink soup that's been set out on tables or accept apples from strangers from here on out, okay?