[He glances up at the other, sidelong, calculating, when he doesn't. The tight grip Sasuke had been putting on his tea cup relaxes, and he takes another slow sip himself, dropping his gaze again. His eyes are on the scroll, but he's not really seeing it.]
[The silence stretches out for a minute or two, not uncomfortable, but maybe a little awkward. Sasuke almost reiterates that he knows his limits now, that he can practice without hurting himself irreparably. But the moment passes, and he chooses, for once, not to make an argument out of it. When he does speak, his voice is... maybe not light, but a little less heavy.]
...Isn't it kind of cold for you to be walking around with your mask wet?
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[He glances up at the other, sidelong, calculating, when he doesn't. The tight grip Sasuke had been putting on his tea cup relaxes, and he takes another slow sip himself, dropping his gaze again. His eyes are on the scroll, but he's not really seeing it.]
[The silence stretches out for a minute or two, not uncomfortable, but maybe a little awkward. Sasuke almost reiterates that he knows his limits now, that he can practice without hurting himself irreparably. But the moment passes, and he chooses, for once, not to make an argument out of it. When he does speak, his voice is... maybe not light, but a little less heavy.]
...Isn't it kind of cold for you to be walking around with your mask wet?