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[anbu]

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un: "uchiha, itachi" hungryeyes

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[pushpin]

well yea duh
so ?

[anbu]

You're willing to endure that?

Perhaps I don't need to ask. I'm still surprised. It may not be pleasant to feel controlled, or have your reality altered.

[pushpin]

im not expectin it to be pleasant
thats the trade off for getting to know someone
sounds like its something unavoidable if im gonna be around you, yea ? so prove i can trust u like that

[anbu]

You know very little yet. You shouldn’t claim that you trust me.

It is not a sentiment men like me would take lightly.

[pushpin]

ominous
but ok

[anbu]

I mean it.

I'm busy tonight, but I will find you later for this.

[pushpin]

i know
i mean it but i cant explainn right now

ok
thanks

[anbu]

You can't explain? Is it more difficult over these messages?

[pushpin]

its difficult over these 8 beers
ask me my thoughts on trust
llllater

[anbu]

Oh. You're drunk.

I see.

[pushpin]

.......u mad ?

[anbu]

No.

[But it does make him reconsider some of the more serious things they've discussed, in light of that.]

Do you often message people impulsively while you drink?

[pushpin]

only the ones i think about

[anbu]

... We can discuss this more once you're clear headed. I'm withdrawing the offer of a demonstration for the time being.

[pushpin]

HEY !
i wont be drunk when we do it !

[anbu]

You need time to consider it unintoxicated without the commitment already made.

Enjoy your night, Guanshan.

[pushpin]

as if i dont do everything on instinct in the 1st place, dickhead !!
but FINE if it makes U feel better

[anbu]

[That's the problem, here — instinct instead of reason — but they've had the discussion before about Guanshan's impulsive tendencies. He's not going to let himself get reeled into something else.

There's no reply.]

3 DAYS LATER;

[pushpin]

[ a chat window that sits empty for a few days, unused but not forgotten. he promised Itachi a clear head, and for half of the week, Marilla's party scene has its claws in him; he needs time to make mistakes and then breathe in the aftermath, reset some kind of equilibrium that, however fleeting on a pendulum's swing, craves the drinks and the drugs and the whole dissociative bender. ]

[ a full day of recovery and he texts in the evening, incidentally on the cusp of the sun going down. ]

i want my demonstration

[ hi baby. ]

[anbu]

[He'd thought Guanshan might have forgotten, or at least abandoned the cause, so he is somewhat surprised to see the message flash across his screen.]

Have you thought about the fact that I could hurt you, and possibly kill you? That is what these eyes are for. Are you going to explain why you would still trust me not to?

[pushpin]

course not, i dont hafta
weve already talked about me gettin hurt n if u kill me that just means i made a miscalculation

trust is a choice
i choose to give it

[anbu]

Have you ever regretted that choice?

[pushpin]

when i gave it freely......
no

1/2

[anbu]

[He could certainly make Guanshan regret it. A part of him wants to, like teaching a child a necessary lesson — don't put your hand on a hot stovetop — but the thought is more easily corralled when he realizes it isn't personal to Guanshan himself. Rather, he's reacting to the gullible recklessness as one might want to smooth out a folded page. A need to correct, to fix. As two very different men once taught him.]

[anbu]

There's a bonfire on the east end of Filia's beach. Meet me there.