[ There's a bit of a ringing silence following the motion; the feeling of walking through deep water as the people surrounding them quiet at the outburst. To anyone looking on it seems like Naruto just smacked him out of reflex, and funnily enough it's not far from the truth.
In the aftermath, though, with Sasuke having barely moved and definitely not punching him back, Naruto experiences the distinct feeling of the air vacuuming around him. Only in that moment does he realise how tall Sasuke is - he probably would have got him right in the nose if he'd been as tall as Naruto recalls him being - how different he looks, the eyes, the face, the hair... how much his fucking hand hurts? ]
Oww.. [ Cradling his offending digits, Naruto looks at Sasuke's face - really looks, this time, not just blindly half-seeing it and assuming he's some kind of figment. You can't punch a figment, he knows that much. Sasuke's eyes (eye?? eye) are dark as ever, but even someone as attention-challenged as Naruto can see something is missing. Every time Sasuke has looked at him in the past it's been like he's trying to bore holes into him with a glare, while at the same time somehow managing to keep his expression cold, vacant, devoid. Sasuke's looks feel like fire and ice that each burn and scar, but when Naruto looks into the gaze of this Sasuke.. he hardly sees anything of the guy who not too long ago told him that their next meeting would end in them both killing the other. ] Shit. I..
[ His mouth stays open for a bit, then he kind of puffs out his cheeks; a silent way of describing exactly how lost for words he is. He's been thinking, for months at this point, what he'd say to Sasuke if he could just talk to him, without fists or jounin or angry kage putting a price on Sasuke's back... And now he kind of feels like the asshole for flying off the handle, but.. can you blame him?? Really?? ]
... What happened to you? Ya don't look.. right.
[ Trust this kid to punch his pal in the face and then ask if he's okay. ]
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In the aftermath, though, with Sasuke having barely moved and definitely not punching him back, Naruto experiences the distinct feeling of the air vacuuming around him. Only in that moment does he realise how tall Sasuke is - he probably would have got him right in the nose if he'd been as tall as Naruto recalls him being - how different he looks, the eyes, the face, the hair... how much his fucking hand hurts? ]
Oww.. [ Cradling his offending digits, Naruto looks at Sasuke's face - really looks, this time, not just blindly half-seeing it and assuming he's some kind of figment. You can't punch a figment, he knows that much. Sasuke's eyes (eye?? eye) are dark as ever, but even someone as attention-challenged as Naruto can see something is missing. Every time Sasuke has looked at him in the past it's been like he's trying to bore holes into him with a glare, while at the same time somehow managing to keep his expression cold, vacant, devoid. Sasuke's looks feel like fire and ice that each burn and scar, but when Naruto looks into the gaze of this Sasuke.. he hardly sees anything of the guy who not too long ago told him that their next meeting would end in them both killing the other. ] Shit. I..
[ His mouth stays open for a bit, then he kind of puffs out his cheeks; a silent way of describing exactly how lost for words he is. He's been thinking, for months at this point, what he'd say to Sasuke if he could just talk to him, without fists or jounin or angry kage putting a price on Sasuke's back... And now he kind of feels like the asshole for flying off the handle, but.. can you blame him?? Really?? ]
... What happened to you? Ya don't look.. right.
[ Trust this kid to punch his pal in the face and then ask if he's okay. ]