[ Momo's personal compass is haywire, tugging his feet in another direction entirely even as he wades through cobblestone paths overrun with tall grass; because he can feel his own push and pull, he doesn't question the surety of Sasuke's steps. It seems stupid to keep asking, because nothing about this place makes too much sense.
Speaking of sense, though. The Land of Earth???? Hidden Leaf??? Momo's Japanese enough to identify the vocabulary as something that would show up in His Japanese Animes, but that seems patently disrespectful, so. He keeps mum.
When Sasuke looks over his shoulder, Momo tips his head to the side. Attentive. ]
They're more like bedtime stories... but, haha! We all have someone in our lives who likes eating so much that they'd dine and dash, even at a stranger's place, huh?
Who's the special someone in your life that gives you trouble, Sasuke-san?
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Speaking of sense, though. The Land of Earth???? Hidden Leaf??? Momo's Japanese enough to identify the vocabulary as something that would show up in His Japanese Animes, but that seems patently disrespectful, so. He keeps mum.
When Sasuke looks over his shoulder, Momo tips his head to the side. Attentive. ]
They're more like bedtime stories... but, haha! We all have someone in our lives who likes eating so much that they'd dine and dash, even at a stranger's place, huh?
Who's the special someone in your life that gives you trouble, Sasuke-san?