[In the end, Nico isn't alone, it's true. Sasuke may not be as shiny as Will, as shiny as Naruto or Boruto, but he's there. More like a sturdy dark ship to sail on rather than a lighthouse.]
Mm. Seems like you're right.
[Once Nico is inside, Sasuke continues on at a leisurely pace, scouting the rooms of the house. Someone else is different rooming with him, too, but there isn't really enough for him to know whether or not they're familiar. Who they are. A laptop. He considers being nosy, but leaves it. The force draws him to a separate room, another laptop.
It has access to the same forum, looks the same as Nico's. He leaves it on the bed. The room, for now, is bare and simple, though he doesn't seem to mind.
The rest of the house checks out about like Nico's own; a roommate who isn't currently present, no traps, no intruders. A bare-boned thing stuck in a yellow section of town. Guess he should settle. Six months, he doesn't know quite yet. He might be here a while.
Carefully, he reaches up and unfastens the cloak at the collar buttons, pulling it off and dropping it across the bed. He's less intimidating with it on, slimmer. The outfit beneath seems... business casual? The left sleeve really doesn't have an arm in it, and he has frustratingly not bothered to pin it up.]
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Mm. Seems like you're right.
[Once Nico is inside, Sasuke continues on at a leisurely pace, scouting the rooms of the house. Someone else is different rooming with him, too, but there isn't really enough for him to know whether or not they're familiar. Who they are. A laptop. He considers being nosy, but leaves it. The force draws him to a separate room, another laptop.
It has access to the same forum, looks the same as Nico's. He leaves it on the bed. The room, for now, is bare and simple, though he doesn't seem to mind.
The rest of the house checks out about like Nico's own; a roommate who isn't currently present, no traps, no intruders. A bare-boned thing stuck in a yellow section of town. Guess he should settle. Six months, he doesn't know quite yet. He might be here a while.
Carefully, he reaches up and unfastens the cloak at the collar buttons, pulling it off and dropping it across the bed. He's less intimidating with it on, slimmer. The outfit beneath seems... business casual? The left sleeve really doesn't have an arm in it, and he has frustratingly not bothered to pin it up.]