[ Momo betrays Sasuke's order: he stays where he is (the entrance hall) but he doesn't stay put. His damp sneakers track footprints over floorboard, soles squeaking gently in time to his idle pivoting.
He cranes and peers into an abandoned living room. This place feels scraped thin— he's glad when he hears Sasuke's reply ringing from another corner of the house, even if the word that's tossed back at him makes him feel like his ribs are pinching inwards. ]
Stars!
[ A half-lie, as he turns on his heels and does a spin for no one in particular. Using that momentum, he peers into another room. A beat-up kitchen. ]
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He cranes and peers into an abandoned living room. This place feels scraped thin— he's glad when he hears Sasuke's reply ringing from another corner of the house, even if the word that's tossed back at him makes him feel like his ribs are pinching inwards. ]
Stars!
[ A half-lie, as he turns on his heels and does a spin for no one in particular. Using that momentum, he peers into another room. A beat-up kitchen. ]