Okay, I'm going to take that as confirmation that you're listening. But I'm not doing this over the network. Other people can eavesdrop. Will you meet me somewhere to talk?
[ Reality: Stiles knows how to make this conversation private. However, it'll be too easy for Itachi to ignore him once Stiles explains what he needs. In person, he can hound Itachi into meeting his demands. ]
[This is concerning. The element of secrecy has him wary, wondering whether to accept or pry first for more information. If it's true there's little to no security on these devices, he's going to feel even less inclined to use it unless absolutely necessary...]
[... How do you save images... he'll figure it out later.]
No. I'm familiar with the six districts that make up the Inner City, including the Shopping District. While I haven't visited each individually, I assume a park would not be difficult to find, unless there are several in that area. In which case it would be wiser to choose somewhere else.
[He thinks you're smarter than that, Stiles.]
Are you concerned with Sasuke knowing we've agreed to meet privately?
[ As for the question…that requires a bit of consideration on how to respond. ]
Normally? I’d say no. But because he’ll want to know why? Yeah. Listen, I’m not stupid enough to think I can expect you to keep this secret. If he shows up, it’ll make things more complicated. It’s ABOUT him, after all.
[Despite the calm and collected agreement in his words, Itachi is suspicious of this request. That said, since their first encounter in the shared dream and their second upon his arrival, he's decided this is a person he must pay closer attention. And that sometimes requires field work.
Itachi doesn't respond. Fortunately for this time, his brother has left to sleep — a change in schedule evidently attributed to vampirism. That doesn't erase the need for subtlety and stealth. If Sasuke expected him to stay inside all day... well, it's an unrealistic expectation.
There's a bitter nostalgia to doing this. He's reminded of a much different time, sneaking in and out of the household, timing his arrivals and departures based on Sasuke's schedule so they would never cross paths. Sometimes waiting outside until he knew it was safe.
He spends a short period of time preparing to leave, which includes arming himself with borrowed kunai and shuriken as well as finding his shoes and a borrowed cloak. Then he heads to the Shopping District. The park is a quick find, but the last twenty minutes of the wait ends up devoted to... watching Stiles' restless energy entertain itself.
Eventually he crosses the grassy clearing, approach undisguised.]
[ And Stiles does entertain, wholly oblivious to his stalker. Though he initially tries to whittle away the remaining time seated on a bench, thumbing through his comm watch, the relative peace of the scene does not last long. After ten minutes, he’s pacing – long legs carrying him back and forth as he does loose laps around the bench, throwing himself at it possessively whenever another weary park-goer drifts too close. When that loses its appeal, he sprawls over the bench in boneless boredom, feet constantly tapping to some unheard tune. Sitting still is hard and no one understands.
Itachi finally approaches. Stiles, who has taken to cloud gazing, startles violently as the man suddenly comes into his view upside down. ]
J-Jesus Christ!
[ The movement of his jerking legs as he sits up nearly knocks over the nondescript bag by his feet. ]
God, finally. Here. [ Reaching down, he grabs the bag and then shoves it in Itachi’s direction. ] A peace offering.
[ If Itachi looks inside the bag, he will find…leeks. Uchihas love leeks, right? Fuck if Stiles knows. ]
[Itachi remains impervious in the face of that alarm, waiting until Stiles has righted himself and addressed him properly, patient and coolly still. At the proffered bag, black eyes narrow into suspicious slits.]
[ As someone who has created and sent bombs before – listen, totally not his fault, he was possessed, he pleads the Fifth – Stiles can only stare at Itachi in exasperated incredulity. ]
God, you’re both royal pains in the ass.
[ Despite the grumbling, he complies. The bag is put back on the ground and he takes three huge, dramatic steps away, hands thrown up in annoyance. ]
Itachi approaches, one hand on the holster at his waist, then kneels. He withdraws the sharp end of a kunai to open the flaps of the bag with care to reveal its contents. ...Leeks. Why leeks? Perhaps Stiles thought he might be wanting for food; it was true he had no way to purchase meals, and he hadn't arrived with monetary resources. But only one ingredient on its own seems somewhat useless.]
[ A hand slides into his front pocket, pulling out a beaten journal. Stiles then fiddles with his comm watch, starting to record an audio message sent to his spare (stolen) comm watch back at the cottage. If he can convince Itachi to humor him, it’ll be useful to listen to the recording later for practice. ]
Alright. Now, teach me how to pronounce your names properly.
[ And please don’t kill him. Remember: He bought you leeks!! ]
[As Sasuke's brattiness is well-known territory, this reported reaction doesn't seem to faze Itachi. He lowers his attention again to the leeks, leaning to pull a strap up by his fingers, and carries it over to the bench. There it's left.
Again, this seems... unnecessary to him, if only because he wouldn't care or take it personally if Stiles mispronounced his name. He wonders at the motivation—it's blatant this is more about Sasuke. To get these names correct for Sasuke.
Oh, and.]
... Is this the reason you asked for this meeting?
...Yeeeees? [ he ventures tentatively, moving so that Itachi remains between him and the bench. ] Listen, don’t get mad. There’s no way you would have come out here to meet me if I’d been straight with you.
[ Squints at Itachi, wondering how well he’ll be able to keep up if the older Uchiha decides to make a break for it. ]
[Itachi turns half-away, looking out toward the foliage, pale threads of daylight beginning to creep through the canopy of trees. Is he considering an escape, or calculating how much time he wants to waste on this particular endeavor? Each option seems likely.]
Let me hear how you pronounce them.
[Is this a lost cause, or can it be done quickly—he'll figure out where Stiles is on that spectrum with this test.]
[ Stiles tenses, anticipating a chase scene. Fortunately, Itachi remains where he is – for now. ]
“Sasuke,” [ he says immediately, probably confirming the man’s suspicions on why this is so important to him. A pause, and then he pronounces it again, slower: ] “Sasuke.”
[ Notebook at the ready, he peers at Itachi expectantly, awaiting feedback. ]
[A moment of evaluative quiet passes after Stiles' has spoken the same name... twice, the silence before judgment drawn out for good and effective pressure. Finally:]
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[That doesn't seem sufficient enough to relay his point.]
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[Better.]
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Okay, I'm going to take that as confirmation that you're listening. But I'm not doing this over the network. Other people can eavesdrop. Will you meet me somewhere to talk?
[ Reality: Stiles knows how to make this conversation private. However, it'll be too easy for Itachi to ignore him once Stiles explains what he needs. In person, he can hound Itachi into meeting his demands. ]
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Where?
[That'll help him decide.]
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[ Said photo arrives not even thirty seconds later. ]
As soon as you can guarantee Sasuke isn't going to follow you? He seems
[ How does he put this politely. ]
clingy.
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No. I'm familiar with the six districts that make up the Inner City, including the Shopping District. While I haven't visited each individually, I assume a park would not be difficult to find, unless there are several in that area. In which case it would be wiser to choose somewhere else.
[He thinks you're smarter than that, Stiles.]
Are you concerned with Sasuke knowing we've agreed to meet privately?
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[ As for the question…that requires a bit of consideration on how to respond. ]
Normally? I’d say no. But because he’ll want to know why? Yeah. Listen, I’m not stupid enough to think I can expect you to keep this secret. If he shows up, it’ll make things more complicated. It’s ABOUT him, after all.
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Very well. Then I'll accept those conditions. I'll leave the time to you.
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Thirty minutes?
[ Sorry, Itachi. He has zero patience. ]
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[Give him more time to stake the place out first, like a normal person would...]
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Alright. See you soon. If you get lost, let me know.
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Itachi doesn't respond. Fortunately for this time, his brother has left to sleep — a change in schedule evidently attributed to vampirism. That doesn't erase the need for subtlety and stealth. If Sasuke expected him to stay inside all day... well, it's an unrealistic expectation.
There's a bitter nostalgia to doing this. He's reminded of a much different time, sneaking in and out of the household, timing his arrivals and departures based on Sasuke's schedule so they would never cross paths. Sometimes waiting outside until he knew it was safe.
He spends a short period of time preparing to leave, which includes arming himself with borrowed kunai and shuriken as well as finding his shoes and a borrowed cloak. Then he heads to the Shopping District. The park is a quick find, but the last twenty minutes of the wait ends up devoted to... watching Stiles' restless energy entertain itself.
Eventually he crosses the grassy clearing, approach undisguised.]
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Itachi finally approaches. Stiles, who has taken to cloud gazing, startles violently as the man suddenly comes into his view upside down. ]
J-Jesus Christ!
[ The movement of his jerking legs as he sits up nearly knocks over the nondescript bag by his feet. ]
God, finally. Here. [ Reaching down, he grabs the bag and then shoves it in Itachi’s direction. ] A peace offering.
[ If Itachi looks inside the bag, he will find…leeks. Uchihas love leeks, right? Fuck if Stiles knows. ]
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... Set it on the ground, first. Then step away.
[It's like he's handling a live bomb here.]
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[ As someone who has created and sent bombs before – listen, totally not his fault, he was possessed, he pleads the Fifth – Stiles can only stare at Itachi in exasperated incredulity. ]
God, you’re both royal pains in the ass.
[ Despite the grumbling, he complies. The bag is put back on the ground and he takes three huge, dramatic steps away, hands thrown up in annoyance. ]
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Itachi approaches, one hand on the holster at his waist, then kneels. He withdraws the sharp end of a kunai to open the flaps of the bag with care to reveal its contents. ...Leeks. Why leeks? Perhaps Stiles thought he might be wanting for food; it was true he had no way to purchase meals, and he hadn't arrived with monetary resources. But only one ingredient on its own seems somewhat useless.]
What's the purpose of this offering?
['Peace'?]
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[ A hand slides into his front pocket, pulling out a beaten journal. Stiles then fiddles with his comm watch, starting to record an audio message sent to his spare (stolen) comm watch back at the cottage. If he can convince Itachi to humor him, it’ll be useful to listen to the recording later for practice. ]
Alright. Now, teach me how to pronounce your names properly.
[ And please don’t kill him. Remember: He bought you leeks!! ]
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You and Sasuke are familiar with each other. Why not ask him?
[He leaves the bag of leeks on the ground between them, for now.]
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[ Literally what happened. His ego still hasn’t recovered. ]
Dude, do you seriously want me butchering your names? Help a guy out. I want to get this right.
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Again, this seems... unnecessary to him, if only because he wouldn't care or take it personally if Stiles mispronounced his name. He wonders at the motivation—it's blatant this is more about Sasuke. To get these names correct for Sasuke.
Oh, and.]
... Is this the reason you asked for this meeting?
[He thought this was IMPORTANT!!]
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[ Squints at Itachi, wondering how well he’ll be able to keep up if the older Uchiha decides to make a break for it. ]
Please?
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Let me hear how you pronounce them.
[Is this a lost cause, or can it be done quickly—he'll figure out where Stiles is on that spectrum with this test.]
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“Sasuke,” [ he says immediately, probably confirming the man’s suspicions on why this is so important to him. A pause, and then he pronounces it again, slower: ] “Sasuke.”
[ Notebook at the ready, he peers at Itachi expectantly, awaiting feedback. ]
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chuckles, im in danger
:}
text; the fact that i used "eminent" instead of "imminent" is going to haunt me until the day i die
i didn't even notice, but now i do